Fiona woke up to a startling noise coming from Adam's hospital bed, "No, no, I don't want to waste your time. I- you're the only friend I have, please…" Adam was panting in his sleep, murmuring incoherent sentence.
"Adam…?" Fiona rushed to his side, shaking his shoulders, "Oh my god, Adam, wake up. I'm such a stupid girl. I wasn't suppose to let you fall asleep, Adam, please, wake up!"
Adam sat straight up, sweating profusely onto the hospital's sterile sheets. "Where…where am I?" He swallowed, looking around the room and trying to forget the nightmare he'd been having.
"Sweetie, you're in the hospital. Do you remember anything from last night?" Fiona sat down in the guest chair beside him, reaching out for his hand, and only getting a flinch in return. "I'm not going to hurt you, Adam. It's me, Fiona. You know? Your friend."
"Like hell you're my friend. I barely know you." Adam whispered out.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Why don't you get out of here. I wouldn't want you to be missing precious daylight hours where you're not out shopping, but instead taking charity on a boy you barely met twenty-four hours ago."
"Adam, stop it. You're hurt."
"I am. And no thanks to you. Just go home. Go back to your perfect life and stay the hell out of my ruined one."
Fiona felt like he had reached up and smacked her across the face. She had spent all night talking to police and calling his frantic parents about what had happen just to have her generosity slapped back. "Fine. I'll let you rest. When you feel like talking, or something, whatever, you call me. I'll be there, Adam."
"I won't hold my breathe princess." Adam spat out, being as vicious as he possibly could.