"She might just lose her arm."

She passed a piece of paper to me. "This is-"

"Your arm," she finished the sentence. Hayley, Sebastian, Cloey and Dylan huddled around me to look at it. We all had the same confused look on our faces. Sebastian scratched his head, "What's wrong with it? It looks totally fine to me."

Hayley, Dylan and Cloey nodded in agreement as they stared keenly at the image on the paper. Dr. Henderson took out another paper, "It may look just fine on the front but look underneath." Sebastian took the paper and his eyes widened as he stared at it.

I started to get extremely anxious and worried, "What is it?" Sebastian handed the paper to me and my hand instantly went over my mouth. The bone underneath was almost completely shattered.

I knew it would be hurt badly since I used it to break my fall but I didn't expect the bone to break up like this. Hayley looked on the image in horror and disbelief. Dr. Henderson handed Sebastian a few pieces of paper, "These are the medications she should get." Dylan chimed in, "How long will she take to recover?"

"It all depends on her. We did our best to patch the gaps in the bone so it wouldn't crumble further but that's all we could do. The patches are temporary and will automatically break down once the bone starts rebuilding itself. However, if she puts pressure on the arm and the patches fall out before the bone can rebuild."

Dr. Henderson met my eyes, "She might just lose her arm."

My eyes widened, "What?"

I internally started panicking as what she said played over and over again in my mind. I could lose my arm?

I got deep in my thoughts. Maybe I could get a metal arm and be like the bionic woman or maybe the winter soldier, that'd be really cool. I was brought back to reality when I felt the shackles leave my wrist.

Dylan chuckled, "She's no longer a danger to society?"

Dr. Henderson ignored his sarcasm, "The psychiatrist will be coming now, he requested that we free her." I groaned, "I told you before, I'm not crazy and I don't need a fucking psychiatrist!"

She ignored me and went to the door, "I'll be back later."

I frowned.

Cloey patted my shoulder and spoke in a soft voice, "Maybe speaking to a psychiatrist won't be so bad." Dylan cut in, "Yea, you're kind of crazy. You probably really do need the professional help." I glared at him and he laughed.

Who brought him here?

"I agree with Cloey." I turned to Sebastian in shock, "You think I'm crazy too?"

He sat beside me, "I don't think your crazy but you have no other choice, so might as well just meet the psychiatrist." I frowned and leaned back on the pillows.

Cloey looked on the x-ray images, "I know you got the spots and stuff from the Casatoa tree but how did you hurt your arm this bad?" They all looked at me hoping for a good explanation.

I sighed, "I fell from a vent." More like intentionally slid through but they didn't need to know that.

Cloey's eyes widened, "In the ceiling?" I rolled my eyes, "No, in the ground. What do you think?" They all looked up into the extremely high ceiling. I looked up too and pondered my earlier decisions. From the ground up it was ridiculously high, what the hell was I thinking?

The door opened and a short man with a bald head and a long brown beard entered. From his wood sandals and white robe I could already tell he was a creep. The wrinkles by his eyes huddled together as he smiled, "Good day children. I am Dr. Vincent Goulash, a skilled psychiatrist."

I rolled my eyes, of course you are.

"May I have a moment alone with Miss Katherine?"

They nodded and made their way to the door. Sebastian took up the prescriptions, "I'll try and get these filled at the pharmacy in the mean time."

Dylan looked back at me and winked, "Try not to attack the doctor okay sweetheart?" I glared him and showed him the middle finger. He laughed and shut the door behind him.

Dr. Goulash sat in a chair across from me, "You have such wonderful friends. You must be incredibly lucky."

"Well that's funny."

He took a candle from a brown bag he brought and lit it, "I understand that you are angry but I'm here to help."

The room filled with a very sweet aroma that emitted from the red candle. It was honestly getting on my nerves, "I don't need your help! Take your stupid candle and go!"

Just as I raised my voice two police offers burst through the door and pointed their guns at me.

I stared blankly at the officers. Why am I not surprised? I've been treated like a psychotic criminal ever since I woke up so this much was pretty much expected. I still find it a bit much but it was expected.

Dr. Goulash cockily raised his right hand and the officers lowered their guns. I rolled my eyes, "You don't have to make it so obvious that you're trying to intimidate me."

He looked offended, "I am not, they simply came in due to your raised voice." I narrowed my eyes at him, "Why are they here?"

"I'm going to be honest with you. They are here to ensure my safety. In the report you are labelled very violent and dangerous."

I sighed and leaned back on the bed once more, "Go on with your counselling or whatever."

I laid there for over an hour listening to him go on and on about how magical and wonderful life was. In the end, all he did was waste my fucking time.

Dr. Henderson returned inside along with Cloey and Sebastian. A nurse pushed a wheelchair inside and set it beside my bed before leaving. I stared up at Dr. Henderson, "Can I leave now?"

She nodded while writing some stuff down on her clipboard. She handed a piece of paper to me, "Come back in two weeks for a check up on your arm. I recommend you invest in a lot of dairy products like milk, cheese and yogurt. Your bone will repair faster."

My mouth dropped open, "I won't be able to use my right arm for two weeks?"

"Well not exactly, you'll still be able to use it to some extent."

"What's the heaviest object she'll be able to hold?" asked Sebastian. She contemplated for a while, "Probably just a strand of hair."

I stared blankly at her, "So basically, I can't use my arm at all." She shrugged and walked to the door, "Enjoy the rest of your day." Sebastian and Cloey helped me into the wheelchair. "Where's Hayley and Dylan?"

Cloey gathered my belongings and Sebastian pushed me to the door, "Their mother wanted to see them."

"Oh." The matter crossed my mind once more and I still hadn't made up my mind if I should tell them or not.

Sebastian smiled at me, "Ready to go home?"

I shook my head, "There's someone I want to see before I go."