Dia
"What the fuck where you thinking?" Noah says from the left side of me. After he took me to the hospital, he sent me to ER. The doctor suggested I do an x-ray due to my other injure and from how my leg was looking swallow- he was trying to feel the joint and I flinched when he touched the arch of my leg.
Right now, we are waiting for the results of the x-ray and my leg. Apparently, it is worse than it feels. I would not know because I got high on pain meds.
"What do you mean, I took pain meds of course I was fucking thinking," I say to him, I turn to my left to see him better.
"It does not seem like it," he says, he puts his index and middle finger to his templets, "Do you even care about yourself?"
"What is that supposed to mean?" I question him.
"You are in so much emotional pain which by the way you hide it or barred it down that when you are in physical pain you ignore it," he says. I am not in emotional pain; sure, I wish I had a better relationship with my parents but still.
"Not true. I care about money more than I care about shit," I inform him.
"Money can buy happiness, but it can't buy health," he says, before getting up and leaving to blow off some steam.
I look over while he goes out of sight.
I look at the door to see Zak coming out. He makes eye contact with me, "Hey, are you alright?"
He is at the hospital, and he cares about me more than assuming? What a gentleman.
"Yeah, just ended up hurting my leg and apparently it is worse than I thought," I try to sound casual, but I think I failed.
"You should take care of yourself," he comes closer and the closer he gets the more I feel like my heart starts raising. What is my heart doing?
"May I," he asks about the seat. I nod.
He takes a seat before adding, "Dia. I know you like fights but maybe you should take care of yourself. The people you love must see you suffer and do nothing about it," I shoot him a I-am-about-to-kill-you look, "Easy. I am with Noah on this though."
"You heard our fight?" I question and he nods.
"May I," he asks about his hand touching me. Normally a lot of guys would not ask, they would just put their hand on a girl like they own them without asking for their consent. I nod my head.
He puts his hand on my thigh, a tingling sensation spreads through my body like electricity. Zak adds, "Please do not hurt yourself physically because you are avoiding emotional pain. Some day you are going to regret it."
When did Zak become wise.
"I do not know how to process my emotions. If it is physical pain, I know it but emotional pain it is harder to understand," I tell him. I have no idea why I am telling him this because no one knows how I actually feel besides for me, myself and I. It has always been that way. No one ever cared to listen to me rather just fight me.
"I am here if you want to talk, I know we are just chem buddies but please do not hurt yourself and take your health- physically and emotional and most important in my opinion mental health serious," he adds. I nod my head.
"Zak, why are you here?" the question pops into my head.
"My brother got into a fight or something and was rushed to the ER," he explains. I nod my head.
"Sorry about that," I tell him.
"It is not your fault," he gets up and walks away.