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Adrian-
I'm not even that hurt... physically.
A few stitches, mostly on the right side of my body. A few on my face. And one broken wrist. They're just making a big deal out of this. It doesn't even hurt! Maybe I owe it to the painkillers I've been on for the past 24 hours, but that doesn't matter.
"Mr. Romero..." A nurse walks into the room,
"It's Mr. Black," I interrupt.
"Right. Mr. Black, two people are here to see you. Blake Pierce and... Dylan Arrow. Should I send them in?"
"Yeah."
She scurries out of the room and in her place, two crackheads walk inside. "Shit, bro..." Blake's eyes rake over me. "You look like you were hit by a truck!"
"I was hit by a truck, Blake," I deadpan.
"And now you look like you've been hit by one." Maybe I should not have let him in. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm on painkillers, so I'm not feeling."
"But that's you on a daily basis," Dylan comments, tapping furiously onto his phone. "Shit, Luna isn't replying. I miss her."
"Nah, don't worry. Women tend to ghost you at random times," Blake assures him. "In all seriousness, Adrian, dude, you scared us. We were all worried sick."
"Especially Anna. She was so worried that she began to blame Bailey for the little boy's death and your- Ow! Blake!" He yelps as Blake elbows him harshly.
"What?" I growl harshly. "Anna what?"
"Nothing. Did I say something? I didn't say anything. It's probably the painkillers talking. You should sleep and we should draw moustaches on you while you're asleep," Dylan babbles. I cock an eyebrow at him, and give in an intense glare. "Stop looking at me like that!"
"You're going to tell me everything."
"I am so not going to tell you everything. You're the one sitting on a hospital bed, in yucky hospital clothes."
"So help me, Dylan, I will hurt you when I get off this wretched thing," I growl.
"Adrian, he said nothing. Don't worry about it," Blake reasons. Liars. They're both liars. Blake is an excellent liar, but Dylan can't lie for this life. "Bailey came back to see you yesterday, that's all. I honestly expected her to leave for good, because that's the most reasonable thing to do."
"She's back?" Why would she come back? I let her go. I fixed one of the biggest mistakes I've made in my life by letting her go, and she came back.
"Well, yeah. She was pretty worried."
"She even blames herself- OW!" Dylan gets elbowed once again.
"No, Blake, let him finish."
"He wasn't saying anything. Right Dylan?"
"Nope. Nothing at all."
"Blake let him tell me, or I'll send those text messages to Anna's dad," I snarl.
"You wouldn't do that!" He gasps.
"I would and I will if Dylan won't tell me everything."
"You're supposed to be resting, not worrying about whatever went down last night."
"I'm fine!"
"No, you're not," Blake argues back. "You look like you've been hit by a truck."
"I was hit by a truck! But I want to know."
"I won't tell you."
"Okay."
"Wait really?"
"Dylan will tell me."
"He won't. Right Dylan?"
Dylan laughs nervously, and I send a glare his way. "He has a lot to blackmail me with, Blake..."
"So get talking," I urge. Dylan sighs exasperatedly and takes a seat on the nearby couch.
"I can't tell you. Blackmail me away, but I'd be a bad friend. You're an even worse friend for wanting to know about it when Bailey wouldn't want you to know."
Shit, he's right. I shouldn't pry personal things out of her or her friends. "But anyway, did they tell you when you can leave?" Blake asks. I sit up straight, leaning against the pillows, wincing at the slight pain.
"In two weeks," I grumble. That's too fucking long. They told me not to move around too much in these two weeks or the fucking stitches might tear apart.
"Hey, at least it was less than me. I had to stay in bed for an entire month," Blake tells me. Fuck, when he was shot three times in his knee, we seriously thought he would die. But the fucker survived. Of course, with a fucked up knee, but he survived.
The nurse pops in again. "Mr. R- Mr. Black, Anna Rodriguez is here to see you. I'll let her in?"
"Yeah."
And then Anna struts in. Her walk is already intense and intimidating, but now, it looked deadly. Her eyes were close to bloodshot red, and her dark red lipstick matched with her eyeliner made her look like a mystical creature from fairytales. A scary mythical creature.
"I don't fucking need your permission to come inside," She growls, dropping her purse on the ground and storming over to me. "How are you feeling? Shit, Adrian, you can't scare me like that! If you died... then I would have seriously murdered someone!"
"Who?"
"Anyone!"
"How about Bailey?" I glowered. "Isn't that who you would have killed?" Her eyes widen, as her eyebrows furrow.
"What-"
"Don't play dumb with me. You blamed Bailey for a stupid mistake I made! How could you do that?"
"Because if Bailey hadn't messed with your head so much, and if she hadn't left you, you would have been fine! You wouldn't have the entire right side of your face covered in wounds. You would be fine! I should have just let you kill her, I don't know what I was thinking!" She shouts, and I feel anger begin to course through my veins as my jaw clenches.
"Where is Bailey?"
"She fucking left. Even after I apologized for yelling at her. I don't apologize to people, and I apologized to her! I looked at her like a sister, and she left! I've never wanted to put a bullet in someone's head more than then!"
"I even helped her when she drank two whole bottles of raw Vodka and smoked three cigarettes last night! I was such a good friend and she disappeared!"
"Get the fuck out, Anna," I growl out.
"What?"
"Get the fuck out. I don't want you here."
"Why?"
"Why?" I laugh dryly, running my good arm through my hair. "I was the one who kidnapped Bailey. I was the one who told her to leave. I was the one who got into the car crash. I was the one who killed that boy. And you're blaming her for something she had no say in. Nothing was her fault and you made her feel like shit."
She scoffs. "So it's my fault now?"
"I told you to get out."
She gives me a look of anger and disbelief before grabbing her purse and storming out. Blake gives me a helpless look, before following after her.
"I... I'll just leave you to your thoughts," Dylan mutters awkwardly before walking out.
Bailey drank and smoked last night? I can't fucking believe it. She hates that shit... Fuck! I've messed up so bad. I've messed up more than I've messed up four years ago. Last time, it was my life that was ruined, and this time, I've been ruining Bailey's.
She didn't deserve any of this shit. She had a future that she wanted to chase after to bad, but I stopped her. I took away her freedom, and she kept quiet.
But now, she's gone. I let her free, and she left. I've fixed my mistake. And that's good enough for me. I didn't deserve her as much as she deserved her freedom and life.
Lost in my thoughts, I slowly drift off into a deep slumber.
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I don't know how long I was asleep, but I'm woken by the sound of the clicking open and then something falling and breaking. Alarmed, I sit up straight and look around frantically, only to see the lights turn on and a very pretty blonde girl standing in front of me.
"So, Adrian Romero, need a hug?" She grins, and I feel my heart begin to pound against my chest excitedly.
"How'd you get in? It's like four in the morning?"
"I snuck past security. Call me a baddie, because I sure feel like it."
"Are you really here?" I ask to make sure I'm not hallucinating. It's very possible with how pretty she's looking so early in the morning.
"At first I didn't want to come. I just rented out an apartment after a hideously long process. Well, I wasn't going to get it until tomorrow night, but I bribed them. I'm rich like that. And then I really didn't want to come and see you. I just left and all, but then I felt bad because you got hurt because of me, so I came over."
Yeah, it's her alright. Only she talks this much. "It wasn't your fault. Whoever says otherwise is fucked in the head."
"It was, but let's not get all gloomy and depressing so early in the morning. I brought you a midnight snack," She holds up a box of strawberry ice cream. "And this ice cream."
"Wait, where's the snack?"
"Standing right in front of you," She winks. I find myself smiling from ear to ear like a fool. "Since you're no longer my kidnapper, we can be real friends."
And then she leans forward, her lips lingering next to my ear. "And maybe even more."
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a/n: it's about time they're back with each other! at first, i was going to postpone this to next chapter, but like... naw.
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