It hurt, it hurts so much. This morning you got what you deserved, but god, it never hurted as much as it does now. Your back is full of bruisings, but your ribs are the worst they hurt with almost every move you make. You are walking back from school, your teaches has asked you if you were alright, you didn't concentrate. You told him your okay but you are certainly not. You are walking home, you almost never cry but now you do, you can't handle the pain. And your definitely not looking out because you bump into someone. "sorry" you mumble still looking at the ground and holding your rib. "Y/n? your okay?" you know that voice. You turn around and see Hailee. What do you need to say? She comes closer to you and places her hand on yours thats still laying on your rib. "Does it hurt?" She is so calm. You slowly nod your head while wiping your tears of your face. "Did you go to see a doctor with your parents?" You can run away.. You don't need to tell her. "My foster parents don't really care-" her face changed, she was quiet for a while but then she spoke. "I live a few blocks away, want me to look at it?" she was serious. "Your a singer, actress and doctor?!" you say sarcastic. Her eyes rolled around. "You did your research" you giggle. "Come on, lets check your rib" she turns around and you follow her to her house.
You walk in behind Hailee, she grabs a chair from behind the dining table. "Sit down, I'll be right back" and she walks out. You take a seat on the chair, you look around. This place is huge, you see an piano and a guitar in the corner. This is the closest you have been to music in a long time. "Okay I have a first aid kit, you never know" Hailee places the kit on the table and sits on her knees in front of you. She looks you in the eye. "can I?" She points at your shirt. You nod. She slowly lifts up a piece of your shirt, which conjures up a piece of blue skin right on the place were your rib hurts. "Tell me if it hurts" she gently strokes your rib, looking if it hurts. "I feel it but it doesn't hurt" you tell her, she looks shocked, most people would find this very painful . "It happends more often, right?" she askes while keeping her attention on your rib. Your looking in front of you. "Yeah..". "Who?" you are quiet for a while, not wanting to answer but then you sigh "my foster parents-" you feel her hands freezing on your rib. "What?" you just simply nod. She looks at you for a couple more seconds and then she continues what she was doing. "Auw!" you flinch. She pulls her hands away "okay sorry". "It's okay" you sit back. "I think its broken, it needs to heal himself" she said getting back up on both feet. "How long will that take?" "6 till 12 weeks" you sigh. "Tea?" she askes you. "No I shouldn't-" "Please?" you think, the choice is staying here or going back home. "Sure, why not?" she smiles and walks to the kitchen and returns a couple minutes later. She places the cup in front of you. "Thanks" "Not a problem" she takes a seat opposite you. It's quiet for an while. "How long?" she askes you. You look at her "how long what?" "your foster parents?" she said. "Oh that- umm it started about 3 years ago but past year it became worster.." Her eyes went wide. You sigh "please, can we drop the topic?" she noddes. "So..you did your research about me?" she askes smiling. "Just an little bit" you admit. She laughs "you heard one of my songs?" she askes. You shake your head "no, my foster parents don't let me listen to music" you tell her. "Wait- no music at all?" you shake your head again. "For the past 3 years?" you nod. "I miss it, it helped me back in the orphanage, but books aren't that bad." Your eye felt on the clock. "Shit I need to go, thanks for the help and the tea, Hailee" "Not a problem, if you need help. You know where to find me" she winks. You smile before walking out. Hailee Steinfeld helped you today.