Okay for all of you who have much waited for an update, here you go. This is a very short, I'm afraid, chapter. It is a Lindsay one, for all of you who were like, where's Linday, what happened to our girl...well, where she is. I want to thank all those who have read and reviewed. Thanks a bunch.
She woke to pain. She remembered talking to him. She remembered how much she missed him. She sniffled a bit, as she struggled to move only to find out the meaning of extreme pain. She bit back a moan, as it came rushing through her body. She slowly opened her eyes, when she sensed and felt movement to the side of her.
"Easy there, Super Chick," a Southern Accent called out to her, pressing a wet cloth to her forehead. "You don't want to do anything stupid and hurt yourself more." Her eyes drifted up to look into an almost angelic face surrounded by red curls. "Being that you've already done the stupidest thing, you could have possibly done already today." She turned and rinsed off the rag before washing off her face again. "But don't worry, Slick's bitting off fingers about now, worried sick over you. I took care of him. Don't you worry. Ya don't have to worry about him."
"And if I did want to worry about him?" she asked, looking around them, trying to locate the others. "Isn't it my choice to worry about him?"
"No, hon, it's not," her companion muttered, turning to face her. "You gave up your right to be smart when you got shot. You did have the brains not to get shot, so here we are now." She reached around them for a bottle of water and feed Lindsay small sips of water. She chocked on a few swallows. "You did yourself in good, ya know. It takes a real genius to go out and get herself shot."
"I feel so much better." She tried to move and found that she couldn't. Her eyes automatically went to the other one. "What did you do to me? I wasn't shot that bad!" She tried to move again. "Tell me now!"
"No, but we had to make sure that you didn't move and cause yourself to bleed out. So we made sure that you didn't move." She put a hand on her leg as if to make a point. "Ya know as like a good reason and all."
"How thoughtful of you." She let out a hiss as she pressed the cloth against a wound and pain rushed throughout her body. "Ow, watch it." She simply rolled her eyes at Lindsay. "You need to be a little bit more careful with what you're doing!"
"I wasn't the one who got shot, remember, Super Chick," she reminded her in a very sarcastic tone, while running a hand through her curls.
"To protect your sorry behind," Lindsay replied, staring up at her. "Which I'm really starting to regret." She shifted around a little bit more and caused the other one to look at her. "You at least got a name?"
"Yeah, I'm Savior," the replied, causing Lindsay to scoff. "Hey, that's what your cuddle bunnies' gonna call me from here on out. Whenever he or I make contact. That's the name I'm gonna use. I don't care to give my God given name out to idiots."
"My cuddle bunny?" Lindsay asked through the pain. Her mind tried to make the connection and when it did she smirked. 'Danny, Of course, who else.' "You really think that we're cuddle bunnies?" Her eyes studied the other woman, trying to get a read on the situation and what she really thought was going on.
"Yeah," Savior replied glancing back at her. "Why the heck else would you, call him after being shot. I would have called 911. It's the smart thing to do. Not the idiot's choice." She then got up and started to leave. "And here I thought blondes were dumb."
"Ya you are," Lindsay muttered watching her go. "Cause hon, I called him cause he was the cops." She shifted into a more comfortable position. She then smirked at what 'Savior' had said about Danny. "Oh, he only wishes." At times since their horrific fight and break up, she wished that they were back together and were back to that stage where they could be cuddle bunnies once again. She then let out a chuckle. "Cuddle Bunny."
More to Come
A/N:
I know, Savior isn't your best friend. She's not cozy and all that.
