To everyone who fucked me over, played me, tried me or lied to me, because you're all dead to me now
// Original product of Olivia Turner. Do not copy or share without permission. ©2015-2016


15. Fifteen


I wake up.

A white light is blinding me.

"Allen..." I feel someone's hand touch my face.

I see her.


I look at her.


She has a hospital dress on and she has a rack with a bag of saline hanging on it.

The tube injects straight into her forearm.

She's sitting in her wheelchair.

"A-Are you okay?" I ask.

She faintly smiles.

"I'm fine. I'm more worried about you"


"Those guys beat your weak ass up" she giggles.

I laugh.

"There was six you idiot"

"I know. I was just kidding" she says softly.

"I'm really sore" I whine.

"You have two broken ribs" she says.

"Is that all?"

"Your jaw got dislocated, but that's now fixed. You have a few dark bruises, but those will heal"

"What are you? A nurse?" I smirk.

"Shut up. I was intrigued about it! That's all"

"What happened to you?" I ask.

"I-I got thrown around in the lunch room, and then I wore myself out"

"How so?" I want her to tell me she beat that guy to the ground.

"I jumped on a guy who was beating you and punched him in the face and kicked him"

"I know"

"Idiot. Anyways, then my side started hurting a lot and then I collapsed"

"And you still came over to me" I smile.

"Y-Yes. I wanted to make sure you were okay"

"So what's with the bag and stuff"

"They said I just strained some stuff and a vein bursted. Nothing big" she smiles at me.

"Well, I'm glad you're okay"

"I'm glad you're okay too" she says.

"Sorry I couldn't stand up for you-"

"Karen did. She told me everything"

I then see Karen sitting by the door.

I smile at her.

"Thanks, Karen"

"You're welcome!" She smiles big.

"Second hospital trip of the week" the same nurse that helped Andrea the first time walks in.

"We're not very smart" Andrea laughs.

"It's fine. I see stuff like this all the time. Anyways, if you two would like, you are allowed to go home"

"Really?" I say.

"Neither of you are in critical positions, but I will have Andrea come up here every other week"

"How come?" I huff.

"She needs to be medicated and taken care of. Sometimes after you appendix is removed, it can cause other problems. I two weeks, we'll start physical therapy every Wednesday"

Andrea looks at me and grabs my hand. The tube is wrapped around her tiny little hand.

"It's gonna be okay. You can come with me. I may be strong, but only when you're by my side"

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