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Chapter Six-Hospital
By haleyhollows

 


~Chapter 6/Hospital

I woke up. I looked around, and it looked like I was in a hospital. Why was I here? Oh no. Las Vegas Apparently I had gotten sick or something. Brian and Alice were in chairs next to my bed, sleeping. I smiled faintly as I could hear Brian's breath. I tried to talk. Fuck. My voice was horrible.

I threw a pen from my bed stand at him. He woke up.

“Hey,” He smiled.

“…” I nodded. He laughed, “Feel like a mute?”

“Mmhm.” I hummed. He leaned over and kissed my forehead lightly. I pulled his head to my lips.

“Well, someone is demanding,” He laughed. My sister's eyes popped open.

“Jess.”

“She can't talk. She's a temporary mute.” Brian grinned.

“I don't fucking care. She can hear me, so I'll talk. You're never fucken drinking again. Do you understand?! I've had enough of Huntington Beach already. You had your stomach pumped if you forgot because you were hung over.”

I had my STOMACH pumped. Whoaaaa I musta drank a lottttt.

~*~

I had gotten out of the hospital, and we were back at the apartment. Brian was sitting with me. Alice had gone into her room, absolutely pissed. Brian looked at me. “You can stay with me tonight.”

“Really?” I smiled. “Yeah, sure.” We went back to his house, dropped off my bag, and suddenly, I wanted a tattoo…hmmm.

 

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