Two months, you counted. How could you not? Two months since you broke your leg in two different places, right after simply falling out of a tree like an apple. Well... Long story short, you ended up in the emergency room, as expected.

After a lot of pain, a not very pleasant mood, several questions about how you fell from that tree and... Surgery, of course—it was really annoying, you couldn't deny it—you were relatively well. Until you fall down the stairs, any luck? None, apparently.

“Oh, little apple.” Dr. Langdon, you'd recognize him, his voice still echoed in your brain because you heard him getting a lecture for laughing softly when you said you had fallen out of a tree. Not because of your fall, but because of the way you said you had "dropped like an apple", that's where the nickname came from.

You had to roll your eyes, giving a not-very-happy smile. He was kind of unbearable as a person, but he was a good doctor, an excellent doctor, in fact, he helped you a lot the first time you were in that same place. “I heard you fell down the stairs this time, huh?”

He wasn't trying to make fun of you, he just wanted to make you less nervous about the fact that you had a huge cut on your right leg—as if having the other one in a cast wasn't bad enough. At least, the cast hadn't broken, but he knew your crutches had, what a shame.

“I'm fine.” You said, avoiding looking at the blood splattered across your leg. Honestly, you were more upset about hurting your good leg than you were about actually falling down the stairs two months after you fell from a tree. “Better than I was last time.”

Frank didn't say anything for a moment, sitting down next to you as he calmly examined your leg. It wasn't as deep as it looked, but he knew it was always good to make sure you were totally okay—though it was hard to be totally okay when you already had a broken leg.

“Yeah, I wouldn't say you're exactly fine, little apple...” He grumbled—once more using the nickname you didn't particularly like, but he wouldn't stop using it anyway. “I think you'll need some stitches... I'm sorry, but it is what it is.”

Dr. Langdon remembered, you remembered. You hated stitches, but you had no other choice, and he was the doctor there, he knew what was best for you.

“How about you pretend I never showed up here and forget about that thing you just said?” Despite the suggestion, you knew he'd never listen to you even if you begged and cried for twenty minutes like you did last time. Who needed stitches? It was just a little cut that... Hurt like hell.

The blue eyes fixed on your leg looked up and you watched as he gave a smirk, shaking his head in denial. “You wish so.”