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Gabby had a hard time sleeping. Even with her pain killers, it was difficult to get comfortable. She already felt like a turtle on its back while trying to sleep in her shoulder spica cast, but with her left foot in its traction sling, it made things worse. Eventually a nurse came and gave her a sedative, but not before accidentally and painfully slipping her casted foot out of its traction sling while attempting trying to adjust her position.

Morning came and Gabby was to be discharged from the hospital. She was confined to a wheel chair since the doctors were hesitant on allowing her to crutch around and possibly injure herself worse. As he had promised, Joel was there to pick her up, bright and early. Gabby’s attitude immediately brightened up.

“Good morning sunshine! Sleep well?” said Joel with a smile.

“I’ve had better nights, but who’s to complain?”

“Ready to hit the road?” said Joel.

“Yes, lets!”

Joel was quite the gentlemen helping Gabby out of her wheelchair and into his truck. It was awkward to say the least with Gabby banging her shoulder spica several times getting into the cab. After that affair, they drove to school.

“So, what’s your major? How did you spend your summer before coming here?”

“At first I wanted to be an engineer like my dad, but since then I’ve grown to love music, so I decided I wanted to major in music theory. I spent the summer practicing my guitar and working at Broke Burger down town. How about you How did you spend your summer? “ said Joel.

“Traction.”

“Pardon?” said Joel quizzically.

“In traction. First in a hospital, then at home in a hospital bed.”

Gabby pulled out her phone (as best as she could with one arm) and showed a picture taken by her mother.

There she was with her nose bandaged, head covered in a bandage, and her neck in a soft collar brace. She was had a shoulder spica on her right arm and being held by a traction sling despite having a spreader bar for additional support. Her left arm was also held by a traction sling as to make both sides equal in height. Both of her legs were in long leg casts with a bars between them and held by the ankles by traction slings. She had thumb and finger spicas on both of her hands and had had her feet covered in plaster up to the tips of her toes.

“Wow. I would ask if that hurt, but I know the answer already. Hey, where are the signatures? Didn’t anyone sign your casts?”

“Someone did! Look, just above my right boob. My mom’s signature, says love you”

“Well that’s got to change. Your casts should be a work of art!” said Joel. At that point Joel pulled over to the side of the road.

“What are you…?”

Joel produced a sharpie from his pocket.

“Something this big needs a big signature. Stay still and don’t peek!”.

Before Gabby could protest, Joel was already drawing on Gabby’s shoulder spica cast above her belly button.

“I wasn’t expecting an art session” said gabby as she began to turn red from embarrassment. No one had signed her casts in a while, let alone anything that close to her crotch.

“Almost...done...there! You can look now!”

Gabby looked down (as best as she could) and saw a beautifully drawn butterfly. It reached at the bottom of her cast where her belly button was visible and went all the way up to her chest with wings over her ribs.

“Wow, you’re quite the artist. Done this sort of thing before?”

“Only on paper, plaster is a bit different it seems.”

After this, Gabby was smitten. She definitely wanted to see Joel again.

“So...later today? I can pick you up after class. Maybe catch some dinner afterwards!”

“Absolut—I mean yes” said gabby. She hadn’t had a date in years, it seems no one wants to date broken girls.

“Great see you then.” smiled Joel.

And so it happened. Gabby had a boyfriend, first one in years.

They were inseparable, going everywhere, doing everything together. As time went on, Gabby’s bones healed, her casts were removed, and she went on with school more or less without incident, save for the occasional stubbed toe or finger.

Before the start of their sophomore year, Gabby moved in with Joel.

“This year will be different, no broken bones, no bad luck!”

With everything was going so well she had almost forgotten about the whole mirror incident. Just superstition she thought, after all, her luck was doing pretty good.

This all changed on her first day of school when in a hurry getting ready, she accidentally dropped a mirror on her foot. The mirror broke, as did her foot. And things were doing so well so far.

Next chapter – sticks and stones.

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Gabby had a hard time sleeping. Even with her pain killers, it was difficult to get comfortable. She already felt like a turtle on its back while trying to sleep in her shoulder spica cast, but with her left foot in its traction sling, it made things worse. Eventually a nurse came and gave her a sedative, but not before accidentally and painfully slipping her casted foot out of its traction sling while attempting trying to adjust her position.

Morning came and Gabby was to be discharged from the hospital. She was confined to a wheel chair since the doctors were hesitant on allowing her to crutch around and possibly injure herself worse. As he had promised, Joel was there to pick her up, bright and early. Gabby’s attitude immediately brightened up.

“Good morning sunshine! Sleep well?” said Joel with a smile.

“I’ve had better nights, but who’s to complain?”

“Ready to hit the road?” said Joel.

“Yes, lets!”

Joel was quite the gentlemen helping Gabby out of her wheelchair and into his truck. It was awkward to say the least with Gabby banging her shoulder spica several times getting into the cab. After that affair, they drove to school.

“So, what’s your major? How did you spend your summer before coming here?”

“At first I wanted to be an engineer like my dad, but since then I’ve grown to love music, so I decided I wanted to major in music theory. I spent the summer practicing my guitar and working at Broke Burger down town. How about you How did you spend your summer? “ said Joel.

“Traction.”

“Pardon?” said Joel quizzically.

“In traction. First in a hospital, then at home in a hospital bed.”

Gabby pulled out her phone (as best as she could with one arm) and showed a picture taken by her mother.

There she was with her nose bandaged, head covered in a bandage, and her neck in a soft collar brace. She was had a shoulder spica on her right arm and being held by a traction sling despite having a spreader bar for additional support. Her left arm was also held by a traction sling as to make both sides equal in height. Both of her legs were in long leg casts with a bars between them and held by the ankles by traction slings. She had thumb and finger spicas on both of her hands and had had her feet covered in plaster up to the tips of her toes.

“Wow. I would ask if that hurt, but I know the answer already. Hey, where are the signatures? Didn’t anyone sign your casts?”

“Someone did! Look, just above my right boob. My mom’s signature, says love you”

“Well that’s got to change. Your casts should be a work of art!” said Joel. At that point Joel pulled over to the side of the road.

“What are you…?”

Joel produced a sharpie from his pocket.

“Something this big needs a big signature. Stay still and don’t peek!”.

Before Gabby could protest, Joel was already drawing on Gabby’s shoulder spica cast above her belly button.

“I wasn’t expecting an art session” said gabby as she began to turn red from embarrassment. No one had signed her casts in a while, let alone anything that close to her crotch.

“Almost...done...there! You can look now!”

Gabby looked down (as best as she could) and saw a beautifully drawn butterfly. It reached at the bottom of her cast where her belly button was visible and went all the way up to her chest with wings over her ribs.

“Wow, you’re quite the artist. Done this sort of thing before?”

“Only on paper, plaster is a bit different it seems.”

After this, Gabby was smitten. She definitely wanted to see Joel again.

“So...later today? I can pick you up after class. Maybe catch some dinner afterwards!”

“Absolut—I mean yes” said gabby. She hadn’t had a date in years, it seems no one wants to date broken girls.

“Great see you then.” smiled Joel.

And so it happened. Gabby had a boyfriend, first one in years.

They were inseparable, going everywhere, doing everything together. As time went on, Gabby’s bones healed, her casts were removed, and she went on with school more or less without incident, save for the occasional stubbed toe or finger.

Before the start of their sophomore year, Gabby moved in with Joel.

“This year will be different, no broken bones, no bad luck!”

With everything was going so well she had almost forgotten about the whole mirror incident. Just superstition she thought, after all, her luck was doing pretty good.

This all changed on her first day of school when in a hurry getting ready, she accidentally dropped a mirror on her foot. The mirror broke, as did her foot. And things were doing so well so far.

Next chapter – sticks and stones.