Page 6 of A Cowboy's Halloween

“Without a doubt!”

They continued talking for a bit before Heather had a chance encounter with Marcus Bennet, one of the supporting actors. They conversed about their favorite scenes and how the makeup and costumes had helped him get into character. Marcus shared anecdotes about the camaraderie on set and how it had made the filming experience unforgettable.

Marcus grinned and shook his head. “I don’t know how you did it, Heather, but your makeup transformations were like magic. I felt like a different person in those scenes!”

Heather laughed. “That’s the goal, Marcus. I’m glad it helped you connect with your character.”

“It really did,” he said, turning more serious. “When you look the part, it’s so much easier to act the part, you know?”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“You never thought about acting yourself?”

“Oh, no!” She laughed and held up her hands. “I don’t like the limelight.”

“I do,” he admitted. “I’m hoping to eventually move up to being the main lead.”

“I’m sure you’ll get there one day.”

“I hope so!”

“Without your character, Sean’s character wouldn’t have been able to win. I mean, look at Samwise Gamgee is how many people’s favorite character in Lord of the Rings?”

“True, true.” He grinned. “You always know what to say. Thank you.”

“You can do anything and everything,” she assured him.

Heather continued to enjoy the diverse conversations with her fellow partygoers. Each interaction reminded her of the collective effort that had gone into creating the movie, and it reinforced the sense of unity and achievement that defined that special evening.

As the lively atmosphere of the afterparty continued, an unexpected incident occurred. Heather, amidst the celebration, took a sudden misstep and slipped, landing with a painful thud on the floor. She immediately felt a sharp pain in her wrist.

Heather winced in pain. “Ouch! That really hurt.”

Jenna rushed over. “Heather, are you okay? That looked like a nasty fall.”

Heather held her wrist. “I’m not sure. My wrist really hurts.”

Marcus looked concerned. “Heather, you should definitely get that checked out. It could be serious.”

Heather’s wrist was swollen, and she was finding it increasingly difficult to move. Concerned friends and colleagues at the party urged her to seek medical attention. Recognizing the severity of the injury and not wanting to take any chances, Jenna offered to accompany her to an urgent care facility. The nearest one would close in a half hour, so if she wanted to go tonight, she needed to go now.

Heather sighed reluctantly. “You’re right. I should get this checked. Thanks, everyone, for your concern.”

Marcus helped Heather to her feet, and with the support of him and Jenna, she made her way to the urgent care center, where medical professionals could evaluate her wrist and provide the necessary treatment. It was an unexpected turn of events at the afterparty, but Heather’s well-being and a quick recovery became the top priority for all those in attendance.

Jenna offered to drive, but Marcus insisted on coming too, and Heather felt better having their support. Her wrist, however, was feeling worse and worse, and every bump in the road made her want to scream.

Accompanied by her concerned friends, Heather soon arrived at the urgent care center. They helped her check in and provided details about the slip and fall incident. Heather’s injured wrist was clearly in need of medical attention.

Inside the urgent care facility, a nurse promptly assessed Heather’s condition. She carefully examined her wrist, noting the swelling and limited range of motion. Dr. Hernandez came in, and an X-ray was promptly ordered to determine the extent of the injury.

While they waited for the results in the examination room at the urgent care center, Heather’s friends offered words of encouragement and support, making sure she was as comfortable as possible. They reassured her that seeking medical help was the right decision and that they were there for her.

Heather tried not to move at all as she waited for the doctor who would provide more information about her fractured wrist. She was still feeling some discomfort, but her friends were there to offer support. Emotionally, she felt pretty good, but physically? Not so much.

Finally, the doctor entered the room again. “Hello, Heather. Let’s take a look at the X-ray and discuss your injury.”

Feeling nervous but eager to know the extent of her injury, Heather leaned forward. “Hi, Dr. Hernandez. I feel like such a klutz. I slipped at a party and landed on my wrist. It’s been quite painful.”

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