This is version two. Pick which one I should make chapter 11 and I'll finish it.
Chapter 11
"How was aunt Viv's funeral?" Gia asked, pulling her into a ponytail. She sat on the bed as she watched Leon gather her things.
"It was quite." He whispered, his voice giving away how he really felt. Happy that it wasn't her; scared that it could have been her as easily as aunt Vivian.
"It's that how they suppose to be?" She asked, her legs swinging over the side of the bed.
"Yeah, but I mean really quite." He picked up the bag and turned to watch her scuffle into the wheelchair the nurse had just brought in. It hurt him to see her weak, something he would have never wished on her.
Gia massaged her temples, her head pounding. Plus the medication was still in her system. She tried to focus once but gave up and closed her eyes. It was only when Leon was lifting her into the car did she open them again.
"I didn't need your help." She quipped, wincing at once from that amount of thought that went into it.
He smirked and reached over her to put her seat belt on. "Didn't need my help, huh?"
"Oh shut up." She whispered, laying her head back.
He came back up and stopped, starring at her face. At the way she held her full lips in because she thought them too big. The way her cheek always looked as though she had a blush on.
Then he began to notice the changes from being in the hospital. The baggy eyes and the dark circles around them. The way her breathing was shallow, as though she didn't want to take a deep breath.
"Maybe I you should stay in the hospital a little longer."
Gia didn't respond, having gone to sleep. He gave her shoulder a little shake, only to have his hand hit, and hard.
"Go away." She whispered, turning over away from him.
He stretched up and closed the door.