After I got released from the emergency room I had to go back to the party since all of my belongings were still there. Of course all of my friends had to check out my cast and of course, sign it. I decided to spend the night at my friends' house mainly because I was too tired and too wasted on the painkillers the hospital had given me, to go home. Also, I wasn't sure if I could drive my truck with this monster cast on my leg. So after all of the attention from my friends, and the hundred or so apologies I got from Chris for daring me to jump off the balcony, I finally got to sleep.

It was a surprisingly sound sleep, (Thanks to the drugs I believe.) and I woke up at the crack of eleven. My leg was throbbing again. I knew I needed some more pills, so I managed to pull myself up off of the recliner where I slept with my crutches. I hobbled out to the kitchen and took two pills. Nobody was awake yet, probably because they had stayed up until all hours of the morning, so I figured I'd just let them sleep.

I cleaned up with a washcloth and soap, got dressed, and headed out to the truck. I figured it was about time to see if I was going to be able to drive or not. I hoisted myself up in behind the wheel and had to slide nearly all the way across the seat to get my left leg in. I managed it, and with the seat all the way back, it wasn't all that uncomfortable. Thank God I had bought the truck with an automatic transmission. I went back in the house and found my friend Mike making coffee. We both had a cup, and then I told him that I had to go and take care of some business. He made sure I got into my truck all right and we said good-bye.

I didn't even bother going home first; I went straight to the hospital and found out which room Jenna was in. I then went to the gift shop and bought her some flowers.

"Good afternoon, Jenna." Her face seemed to brighten a little when I poked my head into her room.

"Hi! I'm so glad you came. I was getting bored. There's nothing on TV but these stupid soap operas." She still looked beautiful this afternoon. I was a little disappointed to see that her casted leg was under the covers, but her arm was above them. The pink fiberglass still bright and new. Her beautiful slender fingers poking out the end of the cast just waiting to be caressed and massaged. I hobbled into the room trying to hold on to the flowers and my crutch at the same.

"I brought you these to cheer you up."

"Oh, they're lovely. I'll have the nurse put them in some water later. Please sit down, you look exhausted."

"Sorry, I'm just not used to being on crutches. This is a killer on the arm pits."

"Didn't they teach you how to use them? You're not supposed to lean on them when you walk, you're supposed to hold yourself with your forearms."

"I didn't know that. I guess I'll have to try it the other way now. You seem to know a lot about doing this. Why's that?"

"This might surprise you, but I have had a cast on almost every part of my body."

"What are you, accident prone?"

"You could say that I guess."

"So, what other casts have you had?"

"Well, I've had casts on both legs, long and short. Both arms, including what's called a 'thumb spica', that's a cast that goes on your arm, but also covers your thumb too. I've been in a single, and a double hip spica, which covers either one or two legs and goes all the way up your chest."

"This is unbelievable." I thought. "She's either the most accident prone person I've ever met, or she just likes being in casts." "So you mean to tell me that you have broken that many bones in your body?"

"No, not all of them have been from broken bones. In fact, very few have. Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course I can."

"Ok, I can't believe I'm about to tell you this."

"Just tell me."

"Ok, the truth is that I enjoy wearing casts. I enjoy the feeling of being immobile, and being dependent on someone else to do the things that I can't do when I'm casted."

"Wow, I can't believe this."

"I know, you probably think I'm some kind of freak, right?"

"No, not really, I'm just surprised to hear that there is some one else out there with the same interests as me."

"Are you serious, or are you just making fun of me? You enjoy wearing casts too?"

"Well to be honest, this is my first cast. But I have this thing about seeing a beautiful woman trapped in a cast. I find it very sexy. When I watched the orthopedic technician putting those casts on you, I thought to myself, 'she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and she's having the most beautiful casts put on that I have ever seen.' Not to mention you were actually talking to me."

"Oh my God, this car accident is the best thing that ever happened to me. If I hadn't been in it, I never would have met you."

"I'd have to say the same thing about my little 'truth or dare' injury." We spent the rest of the day talking about what our favorite type of casts were, and I had to admit that I was enjoying being stuck in this cast of mine. The nurses finally came and kicked me out when visiting hours were over, and we had to say good night to each other. I promised her that I would be back in the morning, and we could sign each other's casts. Of course, I would have more places to put my signature than she would, but that was fine with me.