“Yeah, it’s not happening.” Will handed me another water. “You need to stay put.”
“Fuck that.” I ignored the cup he held out and tried to remove the sheet on top of me.
But then Michael was on the other side of me; he and Will both pushing me back down.
“Lie down or we’ll lie you down,” Michael threatened.
“Aw, you care?”
“With you bed-ridden, you can’t cause trouble,” he pointed out. “It’s nice.”
Whatever. I wasn’t fucking staying. I’d rather pierce my eyeballs than lie here, resting.
I’d rather chug a gallon of piss warm milk than stay in bed, doing nothing.
I’d rather get a third degree burn on my dick.
Or develop a peanut allergy.
“Where’s Winter?” I demanded, taking the water and downing it.
Both of them remained silent but exchanged looks.
What? My heart began to hammer.
Will cleared his throat. “Okay, I don’t want you to freak out,” he started. “We will all handle this. But you need to stay calm, okay?”
Stay calm? She was in the fucking car on the way to the hospital. What happened?
“What?” I barked, noticing Kai jump awake to my left.
Rika and Banks approached the bed, too.
“She’s, um?
??” Will paused, struggling for words.
What the fuck?
And then he broke out in a smile, pulling back the curtain that hid the other bed in the room.
“Right here,” he teased.
I looked over, seeing Winter curled up on top of the made bed, still wearing jeans and sneakers, but with Will’s sweatshirt on now, it looked like.
“Want me to wake her up?” he asked.
I shook my head, seeing her mouth twitch a little. “No, leave her.”
I sighed as everyone surrounded my bed, and I wished they’d all go away. This felt so pathetic, and I wanted to leave now. Why were they even still here? Banks, I could understand, but the rest of them?
Reaching down, I peeled away the surgical tape and gauze on the right side of my abdomen, trying to gauge how bad the injury was.
Peering under the bandage, I spotted a small incision, examining it.
“Three stitches?” I said out loud.
Three?