"So, Miss Duck," Dr. Cullen said in a remarkably appealing voice, "how are you feeling?"
"I'm fine," I said.
He walked to the light board on the wall over my head and leaned over me to turn it on. He smelled like fresh bread.
"Your X-rays look good," he said. "Does your head hurt? Fredward said you hit it pretty hard on the pavement after he saved your life."
"It's fine," I repeated with a sigh, throwing a quick scowl toward Fredward.
The doctor's cool fingers probed lightly along my skull. He seemed to notice when I winced.
"Tender?" he asked.
Duh. "Not really."
I heard a chuckle, and looked over to see Fredward's patronizing smile. My eyes narrowed, although maintained an overall round shape.
"Well, your father is in the waiting room—you can go home with him now. But come back if you feel dizzy or have trouble with your eyesight88 at all."
"Can't I go back to school?" I asked, trying to imagine Charlie being attentive, and failing.
"Maybe you should take it easy today."
I glanced at Fredward lounging in the corner like a statue, wishing I could take him easy. "Does he get to go to school?"
"Someone has to spread the good news that we survived," Fredward said smugly.
"Actually," Dr. Cullen corrected, "most of the school seems to be in the waiting room, waiting to hear the good news. You wouldn't have to go anywhere near the school to spread it."
"Oh no," I moaned, covering my face with my hands, afraid of their prying eyes.
88. It is unknown if Dr. Cullen is aware of the ocular situation at the Forks High School, home of the Bears.