Erin slowly pushed open the garage door, wincing as a loud creak sounded. The radio was on full blast - "everything I do (I do it for you)" was playing. She smiled, that used to be their song.
She was about to step down and flick the music off, when another voice joined the one on the record's.
Don't
tell me, it's not worth trying for...
Jesus, it was Brian. Since when could he sing?
You can't tell
me, it's not worth dying for you...
You know it's true
Everything I do
I do it for you.After the
chorus had ended, then she flicked the switch. He was probably under
his car, doing some work. Possibly trying to get high off the diesel
fumes.
"Hey," Erin said loudly, stepping down the stairs and leaning against his car.
It was a few moments before anything was said in response. He rolled out from underneath, a not-so-happy look on his face. "Erin? What the hell are you doing here?"
She laughed softly whilst flicking her hair back behind her shoulders, "Glad to see me, huh?"
"I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer." He replied "How did you get in?"
She held up a key and rattled it slightly. "You never took this back. Didn't change the locks though?"
"You don't really get chance after being in hospital for almost a month." His voice sounded more weak than accusing. Erin saw the flash of a grimace as he stood up.
When there was no response, Brian just strode over and wrapped her in a hug. It took her by complete suprise.
"I heard about what happened," She said whilst leaning into his chest. "Rome called a couple of days ago. Apparently he's been trying to get hold of me for a while..."
He nodded "Yeah, he has. Why the hell aren't you registered as "Erin Cortez"?"
Erin smiled "My surname's "Alexia". It's my father's name, I don't tend to go by it so I just go by my Mother's..."
"Oh, right..." Brian groaned inwardly as she leant against his still-healing stomach wound.
She noticed and pulled away, her hand brushing gently over the tender area. "Can I have a look?"
"Yeah, sure. Can we go inside?"
-
"Fuck!"
"Mr.O'connor... how nice of you to join us." He
slumped down the wall, an arm wrapped around the bleeding midsection.
"What the hell do you want?" "We want our
money."
-
Erin followed him into the
living room, smiling slightly as he practically collapsed into the
sofa. "How long have you been home?" She asked, taking a
seat in the small area
of sofa cushion that was left.
He lifted his shirt and rubbed absentmindedly at the bandages which were wrapped around his stomach and ribs. "Couple of days,"
"Your ribs were broken too?" She said questioned, her eyes scanning the whole of his torso. There wasn't an area that was free of being covered in bandages.
Brain nodded "Yeah, four of them." he raised his left hand, allowing Erin to see the splints which were holding two broken fingers. "Bastards broke my fingers too,"
She winced in understanding. "Has anyone been round to see you?"
"Rome was here earlier, not that he was very sympathetic or anything,"
Erin smiled, "Do those bandages need changing?"
"Yeah, I guess they do." he shifted gingerly "I was just going to wait until my next hospital appointment but the wound's been bleeding slighty so..." he pointed to the dark splodges of red.
