There is a loud ringing in my ears. It grows more obnoxious every second it persists. My eyes begin to flutter open, the ringing begins to fade and I hear distinct voices. They aren't very audible at the moment. I can feel myself panic. My vision is blurry and I am freaking out. I hear a male voice, still not audible, yell at two other voices. I can sense my arms flailing. My body is defending itself from anything. I am screaming too. Panic attack? Anxiety attack? I don't know. My vision is still blurry, and I am still trapped inside myself. The voices become a bit more clear. My vision becomes to grow vivid and alert again. Though, I am still freaking out, but my arms are being held by a crimson blur.
"Hey! Hey! It's okay! Stop squirming for a minute!" The person says. I immediately recognize the voice and my vision clears up fully.
"Dang. She freaks out over too many things." Another person says. Chica. Foxy ignores her comment.
"It's okay. We're not going to hurt you." Foxy says and I relax. He slowly lets go of my arms.
"Hey! What happened to make you fall over onto the floor and bleed crazily?" Chica starts.
"Not now! God Chica! The lass just woke up and she is already confused as it is! Can you just chill for one bloody second?" Foxy snaps. Her face tenses and Chica storms out.
"What's going on?" I say tiredly.
"Don''t worry about it for right now. Let's just worry about getting you somewhere more comfortable and less overwhelming."
"Okay."
"I'm going to lift you up so you don't have to walk, okay?" Foxy asks and I nod. I'm apparently on a table. Did they manage to save me without medical attention? Foxy gently picks me up, and this is when I begin to feel pain again. I wince. My muscles are sore and my stomach feels like I have been burned by something hot. That's probably how I am not bleeding anymore.
"Sorry." Foxy murmurs and he begins to walk slowly. He uses his foot to open the door. Then, he steps out and walks slowly in the direction of my room. We just left the repair room.
"The cove or your room?" Foxy asks. I heave a sigh.
"My room." I say and he nods and walks to my room. It's not far, so it takes about two minutes. He sets me down on my bed. I close my eyes and chill out.
"Don't try and do things on your own. You're still a little risky right now." Foxy says and sits down next to my feet.
"Why didn't you take me to the hospital?" I ask.
"I would have. I wanted to, but Chica just wouldn't leave me alone. She took my keys and my phone. She wanted to 'fix' you up herself. Prove herself right, which I appreciate." Foxy begins with a sigh, "We've been fighting all week." Foxy replies.
"It's not because of Scott and I pranking her, is it?" I ask. Foxy chuckles and shakes his head.
"The lass must be having shark week. She has been grouchy and emotional. To be honest, I believe she is jealous." He says.
"Jealous of who? There is no one stopping her of getting in the way of-" I begin and mentally face palm, "never mind." I say. Foxy laughs a little.
"Ah it's okay. She'll either make it or break it. Either way, I don't care what she does. I don't see why I asked the lass out anyways. She is nothin' but trouble." Foxy says. I shake my head and chuckle nervously. I don't want to talk about his relationship.
"So... What happened?" I ask again.
"You toppled over and when Chica and I got to you, you were not responsive. Chica thought ye were dead. I knew you were just unconscious, because I have a sense when me best friend is alive or dead." Foxy says and looks at me with a smile. I raise my eyebrows and purse my lips.
"Okay." I say. Someone knocks on the door. Ugh, people, I am scared of them, they give me headaches. Foxy gets up and goes to the door and answers Chica. I roll my eyes as she proposes for help. I tune their conversation out and I look under my shirt to find a bruise that is somewhat red and mostly purple, and some thread sutures that are black. Like regular stitches, just with sewing thread. I should change my shirt.
"Okay! Calm down! For the love of God Chica." Foxy says and shuts the door and sits back down, "Blondes." He says and shakes his head.
"You should just end it if you're tired of her. It's better than being miserable knowing you're being cheated on." I say. Foxy looks at me surprised.
"She is cheating?" He asks. I nod.
"With Freddy." I say.
"How long have you known?"
"I found out yesterday while I was performing and I was planning on telling you. But then this happened." I say and look at my stomach.
"Oh. Well, thank you lass. I appreciate it." Foxy says and smiles at me. I don't feel like smiling, I can't, for some reason I feel too depressed to do it. Must be me being bipolar because my body just went through shock and it is just beginning to recover. Apparently Foxy begins to notice.
"Hey, you okay?" He asks. I realize I am looking down at my hands. I look up.
"Oh," I say and clear my throat even though it is dry, "y-yeah, just tired I guess." I say. I also notice my voice is hoarse. Again, my throat is dry.
"You sure?" He asks. I nod. I fake a yawn so he gets off my case.
"Okay." He says, knowing that I am lying to him. He stands up and grabs my comforter from the foot of my bed and pulls it over me. I stop him.
"What?"
"Can you get me a clean shirt?"
"Oh, yeah! Sure!" Foxy says, and runs to my closet, I chuckle. He comes back and gives me my shirt and turns around so I –rather him- don't get embarrassed and uncomfortable. I peel off my bloodstained shirt and throw it at the hamper. I should just throw it away. I put on the clean shirt and lay back.
"The coast is clear, captain." I say teasingly. Foxy chuckles and turns around and covers me up with the comforter. This time I don't stop him.
"Get some rest lass." He says and kisses my forehead. He always does that. Foxy doesn't care if he is dating Chica, I am his best friend according to him. I may have a crush on him, but he treats me like his sister. So I don't take the kiss on my forehead for granted.