There will be a sex scene! I just.. don't know when.
But yeah.. there will be, just be patient, if that's what your waiting for. Pervert's... Just kiddin' .
Courtney's P.O.V.
I woke up, confused. I looked around me, and couldn't see Duncan anymore.
Where'd he go?
Did he even come?
I could have sworn..
As I went through my thoughts, I kept getting more and more worried about him. I would have screamed out, but I was in a hospital, and I do have respect for others. I waited for a nurse to come in, or a doctor. No one came. So, I tried pushing a button, that was next to my bed. It was used to call a nurse. I pressed it, and heard a loud ringing noise. I crinkled my nose, I hate loud noises. Finally, someone answered.
"Room 225?" They asked.
"Yeah, uh, could I see someone?" I asked, as polite as I could.
"We'll send someone right up." She said, just as polite. I hung up and waited for someone to come. It took about 15 minutes, this hospital isn't very good; you'd think they'd come a runnin' when someone asks for them. After I get out; I just might sue. I sighed. They opened the door, and smiled a fake smile.
"Aw, what's wrong, sweetie?" The nurse asked me.
"Uh, Duncan Brovado.. where is he.. I wanna see him?" I asked impatiently.
"Dear, right now you can't. I'm sorry. He's.. uhm.. well, I'm sorry you can't right now." She said, looking sad.
"Is he alright!" I yelled, I didn't care anymore.. I wanna see him.
"He.. he's fine. Honey, why don't you get some rest, eh?" She nodded.
"I just woke up.. I'm not going back to sleep until I see him!" I shook my head.
She sighed and rolled her eyes, "Okay, I guess we'll have to do this the hard way," She pulled out a large needle.
"What.. what are you gonna do w-with that?" I asked, eyes huge.
"Oh, I'm just gonna calm you down some," She smiled, then inserting the drug into my Iv.
I instantly relaxed.. I felt loopy. "Ohhhhhh.. that's.. nice.." I said, grinning like an idiot. The nurse just laughed and exited the room quietly. I fell into a deep sleep.
Duncan's P.O.V.
I wasn't sure if I was sleeping or not, my head hurt like a bitch. I just wanted to see Courtney, but noo, the damn nurse had to make sure I was alive and breathing. I didn't open my eye's for the longest time, although I wouldn't admit it, I was kinda scared to. But, when I did, I opened one of my eye's first to make sure it was safe, I hated doctor's. I didn't trust them one bit. I then opened the other, I looked around, I tried to sit up. I couldn't. I was practically strapped into one place.
"Hello?" I called out, hoping someone would come. Someone did.
"Duncan, hey. Your awake, man." Said a familiar voice. "I thought that you'd never wake up."
"Geoff?" I blinked a couple of times.
"Yeah, it's me, dude." He smiled his goofy party-boy smile.
"Hey, good to see 'ya, man." I grinned, still trying to unsuccessfully sit up.
"Yeah, you too." He nodded once.
"When the hell am I getting out of here?" I asked him, raising my eyebrow.
"Soon, I already asked, dude." He says 'dude' and 'man' too much. But that's Geoff.
I nodded, part of me wanted to fall back to sleep, another part of me wanted to rip all of the cords off of me and run to Courtney. But I knew I couldn't. I was tempted to call out again, but then again I did have Geoff in here, and it wasn't a blank wall to talk too.
"Hey, could you go get like a doctor or something?" I asked Geoff.
"Sure, dude." With that, he left. I started to feel nauseous. All of a sudden it started to get really hot in the room, and I was sweating like a dog. I was getting dizzy and my stomach was doing flips,
What the hell is wrong with me!
The doctor finally decided to show his face.
"Duncan?" He rushed to my side. "Are.. you okay?" He asked,
"What the hell do you think, dumb ass!" I yelled.
Fuck.
"Nurse! Nurse!" George called, Geoff left the room, and a bunch of nurses/doctor's came in. I was feeling claustrophobic. After about an hour of tests, and another hour of waiting, they brought out food.
Oh yeah, I really feel like eating, I just spent almost an hour of puking. Genius. I thought sarcastically.
"Duncan.." The doctor said slowly.
"Yeah? Can you tell me what's wrong with me?" I asked, impatiently.
"Unfortunately, yes." He said, sighing. I looked at him funny, I cocked my head to the side.
"What do you mean, 'Unfortunately' yes?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, you've got an incurable disease." He said, flinching.
I frowned, not quite taking in what he said, "Like...?" I asked slowly.
"It's an STD. It's name is HIV, I'm sure you've heard of it?" He questioned.
Actually, I remember seeing something like this in school, I couldn't remember anything about it though...
"H-how'd I get.. it?" I asked, calm.
"We don't know. Have you had sexual intercourse with anyone that you may think have it?" He asked,as I thought about it.
"Well, there's.. Princess.. but we didn't really do anything.." My head was hurting.
"Anyone else?" He asked again.
I thought really hard, I couldn't think right now.. but then, it hit me.
Roxy. Shit!
"Yeah.. I know someone.." I said, frowning.
"Well, if you could, try to get them to come down here, we need to do some tests." He said, he motioned for me to get up, I tried again, then glared at him. "Oh, right, sorry." He laughed a little nervous, and unhooked whatever it was that was holding me back. I got up, not knowing that I was in a gown, the guy handed me my clothes, I snatched them from him. You know those hospital gowns where the back of them has no end, and it cuts off and shows your ass? Well, I had one of them on, and guess what? I had to walk out into a semi-crowded hallway. I tried to hold the back of it with a hand, but that didn't stop a few girls from looking and giggling. I grinned while sighing, I entered the dressing room. I changed as fast as I could, I wanted to see Courtney. Though, I still had a blazing headache, and my stomach still wasn't right. Also, my joints were hurting like hell, but hopefully, that wasn't gonna stop me. I found room '255', I was surprised that I remembered it. I walked in slowly, to see Courtney laying calmly, looking out the window. I didn't know if I was supposed to be in here, but truthfully? I didn't care.
"Hey.. babe." I tried to put on a convincing smile.
"Duncan! Oh my Gosh! Are you okay! I heard that you-" I cut her off.
"Princess, don't you worry about me. I'm here to see you, how're you feeling?" I asked, I needed to sit down, my legs were hurting so bad. I took the same seat that I did last time.
"Duncan.. I'm worried about you," She said, her eye's looking kinda puffy.
"Darling, don't." I said, shaking my head.
She sighed and nodded, "I'm okay, I guess, I just wanna leave this place."
I wanted to tell her what the doctor said, but then she'd be too worried about me that she wouldn't worry about herself, and I couldn't have that. She meant more to me then I meant to me. But, I did need to see Roxy, to, oh, I don't know, yell at her?
How could she be so stupid? I shook my head, doesn't matter anymore.
"You will, you will." I tried to sooth her. "Hey, I'll be back later, I gotta go do an errand."
"You never take errands.. what's up with you?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing, I'll just be back.." I stood up, still hurting. "I love you," I bent down and kissed her softly on her lips.
"I love you too.. hurry back." She said, hurt in her eyes. I didn't like seeing that.
I left the room, I left the hospital. I tried to look for Roxy, but I wouldn't know where she'd be staying. She stays multiple places at multiple times. So, I decided to go to our friend's house. Darrel. He was both of our friend's, but mostly her fuck-buddy. Before I went there, I was gonna get my motorcycle; I's sick of walking, and I was in pain. I left my apartment to go see him. When I got there, I didn't think that he was there at first. But, I went to knock anyway. He answered.
"Duncan, dude. What's up?" He asked, motioning to come in. I stepped inside. His house was kinda small, but I guess it was okay.
"Uh, not much, man. Hey, you seen Roxy lately?" I asked, looking over his shoulder, around the house.
"...Didn't you hear?" He asked, quietly.
"About what?" I shook my head.
"..Roxy? She's dead.." He raised both of his eyebrows.
"What do you mean.. 'dead'?" I asked, stunned.
"She died last night, bitch's cut her throat." He turned his head, and let out a big breath.
"...Dead?" I asked again, I couldn't take in what he just said, my whole world was falling apart, I'd end it, but I won't, because I still have Princess.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. It was real hard on me once I heard it." Darrel said, he was shorter then me by an inch, and he was darker then most that I hang out.
"Hey, it's fine.. Uh, I talk to you later I guess.." I said, nervously.
"'ight, take care." He said, never seeming to care about me before.
I left, I rode back to my apartment, sat down on my couch for awhile. Just when I was about to get up and go see Courtney again, my phone rang. I almost just let it ring, but I went ahead and picked it up.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hello. Is this Duncan Brovado?" They asked.
"Who want's to know?" I asked, narrowing my eyebrow.
"Well, we understand that you know a, Roxy Coleman." They spoke.
"Yeah? No, I did.." I trailed off.
"Yeah, sad tragedy. But, we need you down here to you can identify her, so we know it's actually her." They said, just as calm as before. They're monotone.
"Suure.." I breathed.
"Okay; your local police station, please meet us down here as soon as you can, thanks." And with that they hung up. I left for the hospital, I needed to get her first. I knocked on her room door, to see if she was awake. I opened the door, to my surprise I saw her in her regular clothes, sitting up, talking on the phone, she didn't have anything. It was kind of last minute when she was rushed to the hospital. She turned to look at me and smiled her sweet little smile, then held one finger up, practically telling me to wait a minute. But she still looked worried.
"And still no word?" She said, with a pout on her face. She nodded a couple of time's.
"Okay.. well, I hope we hear from her soon, I know your worried, I am too; it'll be okay, Geoff." She hung up. Little tear's starting rolling down her face. I walked up to her and held her. We stayed like that for a little while, she didn't wanna move. And frankly, neither did I. Finally, after awhile, she stopped crying. I helped her up and we left the hospital.
"Do we have to ride your motorcycle?" She asked me.
"Well.. we don't have any other transportation.." I said, raising an eyebrow, curious about what she was talking about.
"I don't wanna ride.. I wanna walk." She said, confidently.
I just smiled at her, "Okay.. whatever you want, Princess." She rolled her eye's and took my hand, we headed to my apartment.
Justin's P.O.V.
What the hell am I gonna do? I thought. I hadn't thought out killing Courtney and Duncan well.
I walked around in a circle, thinking, the same thing over and over. Jared wasn't doing anything! Heather was obsessed. Roxy.. was just killed, thank God. She became a little to obsessed too. I don't know who killed her, but whoever did it musta got sick of her being a whore; fucking everyone.
"Justin!" Heather called for me. I sighed, damn it.
"Yeah?" I yelled back.
"Did you hear about that Roxy girl?" She said, while cocking her head to the side.
"Yeah," I said slowly.
"You know her?" She asked.
"A little bit, nothing to serious though. I could really care less." I said, hiding what I actually felt. I wouldn't admit it, but I didn't really like girls anymore. I used them. I already admitted my love to Jared, and luckily he felt the same, we'll just see where this goes.
Maybe, I should call him.. just to check up on him.
I dialed his number, it rang a couple of time's and just when I was about to hang up, he answered.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Hey, babe," I smiled into the phone. "You take care of it?"
"Sure did, hun." He said.
"Did you kill her?" I asked, kind of worried 'bout my man's safety.
"Yes, I sure did." It sounded like he smiled, "I've gotta go, I'll talk to you later," he suddenly said hesitantly, which was a little weird.
Sorry it's short! I was gonna write more, but I can't think of anything else, don't ya just HATE writer's block.
