Heeeeeeeey… this chapter is a bit longer and a bit slow.. I kno I keep saying it will come along faster from now on and it will I swear!
To 'oc I luv u: yes I am Australian! Hehe is it that obvious? Ohh did u guess from chappie 4? How the bartender kept saying mate? Lol yea I couldn't help myself. Its heaps hard to write this without making mistakes… like I have no idea if there r frangipanis in America lol I just guessed and the underage drinking limit.. here in aus u can drink if ur over 18 but I forgot in America u have to b 21! God that suks! R u an aussie too?
Neways… hope u like : ) thanks everyone for the gorgeous reviews yay : )
Chapter 8"Cohen, I am not feeding you jello."
Seth raised an unconvinced eyebrow at Summer.
"If I'm not mistaken Summer, you were once a candy striper in this very hospital. And you of all people know that it's part of the job description to feed jello to poor, sick patients such as myself."
Summer smirked.
"That was charity Cohen. Even if you are a hopeless, lost cause, my charity doesn't extend to anyone by the name of Seth Cohen."
Seth clutched at his heart in mock anguish.
"Ouch! Did you hear that? I swear I just heard my heart breaking."
Summer couldn't help herself, she had to laugh.
God, he was charming her again, even in the state he was. His hair was a tangled mess of curls, sticking out at all angles, his arms and legs were sprawled everywhere as he lay not so gracefully on his hospital bed, and what could you say about the hospital gown? It wasn't exactly sexy. But damn it, somehow he still looked cute. No, gorgeous.
Summer shook her head, trying and failing miserably to get Seth Cohen out of her head. She'd been doing that a lot lately.
Seth, seeing Summer eyeing his unflattering gown and mistaking her headshake, frowned.
"Yeah, this gown doesn't really do anything for my manly bodice."
Summer nearly choked on some jello.
"Hey! That's my jello!"
He frowned as he watched Summer collapse into a fit of giggles.
"Are you implying with your laughter that my bodice isn't manly enough?"
Summer tried to stifle the laughter, but it wasn't working.
"I'm glad you find that funny."
As Summer's laughter died down, the room slowly went quiet.
Summer racked her brain to find something to say. She was in there to distract Seth from what was going on outside.
But Summer didn't think of anything fast enough.
Soon, they could hear every word Sandy Cohen was yelling outside the door of Seth's hospital room.
Seth shifted uncomfortably in the bed. Suddenly, he wasn't in the mood for cracking jokes to make Summer laugh.
He could almost imagine the scene outside.
Sandy yelling at Ryan. Ryan taking it all in, not saying a word.
"This isn't his fault." Seth sighed, leaning back on his pillow.
Summer was taken aback by Seth's change in mood.
She didn't know what to say to make it better.
"He can't go back to Chino." Seth voiced his fears.
"He won't… Sandy and Kirsten wouldn't do that to him. They'd never kick him out."
Seth concentrated on a crack in the ceiling. He tried to block out Sandy's yelling.
He hadn't seen Ryan at all since he'd been at hospital. He figured Ryan was too ashamed to see him. Seth knew Ryan blamed himself for what had happened, and that threw Seth. In Seth's eyes it was his own fault. Ryan couldn't always be there to protect him. It wasn't like Seth needed a babysitter.
He was offended that his parents were 'disappointed' in Ryan. Of course, they were disappointed in Seth too, but at that time they were more concerned in Seth nearly dying than grounding him for the rest of his life.
At first, when he woke up in hospital, he was confused.
Summer was the first person he had seen.
She had been there all night, just waiting for him to wake up.
Once Summer had told him of the nights events, the whole thing was unbearably embarrassing for Seth.
After Seth had gotten over the initial embarrassment, it hit him that Summer had followed him last night. An overwhelming rush of happiness ran through him and he shivered, all the while never taking his eyes off Summer.
She looked as if she wanted desperately to say something and Seth pushed himself up a little higher in the bed in anticipation.
But before she could say a word, her cell phone rang.
"Shit." She muttered, fumbling through her bag for her phone.
She stopped mid action to answer when she recognized the number calling.
"It's him isn't it?" Seth asked quietly.
Summer looked up and forced a smile.
"Who?" she asked, pretending to be puzzled.
She pressed a button on her phone to silence the call, and then shoved it back in her handbag.
"You always do the bimbo thing so well." Seth said in an even quieter voice then before.
Summer knew he was trying to make the situation humorous, but he seemed to lose his sarcastic essence.
She frowned as she watched him slide onto the bed, pouting.
"Why don't you just call him? He's probably worried about you."
"Oh, whoops. I forgot, no cell phones allowed in here… silly me." She quipped.
Seth was deadly serious.
"Well, go outside then."
"Cohen, what's your problem? I'm here with you."
"Wouldn't you rather be with him?" he mumbled.
Seth had no idea why he was acting this way. But embarrassment had given way to bitterness, and he was in the mood for pouting again.
"Who, Cohen?" Summer asked impatiently, tapping her foot against the bed. She knew exactly who Seth was talking about, but she decided to be stubborn. Anyway, it suited her.
"You know who I'm talking about Summer. Zach. Your boyfriend." Seth spat out the last word as if it were venom.
Summer stared at him incredulously.
After a moment, she got up off the bed and left, slamming the door behind her.
God, she was so angry at him and she had no idea why. Well, he was being a pathetic asshole. She couldn't believe she'd stayed there all night, worried about him, when he obviously didn't give a shit.
Wrapped up in her anti-Cohen thoughts, unwillingly she ran straight into Sandy Cohen.
"Summer!" Sandy exclaimed.
"Leaving so soon?"
Sandy knew Summer had been there all night, refusing to go home and sleep. He smiled warmly at her, obviously oblivious that she had slammed the door on his son.
Her eyes darted to Ryan, who was looking extremely pale.
"Uh, yeah. Just need some air. Cya, Mr Cohen. Ryan." She nodded at each of them before taking off.
She bolted out of the automatic doors and set her sights on a bench outside the hospital.
She slumped down on it, just as her phone rang again.
She didn't need to look at the screen to know it was Zach again.
Without thinking she grabbed the phone and threw it as hard and as far as she could, watching with pleasure as it smashed onto the ground in a million pieces.
"Phone troubles?"
Summer's head snapped up and she saw Ryan looking down at her, a little colour returning to his face.
He sat down beside her on the bench.
"Rage blackouts, you know me."
Ryan laughed without heart. His mind was on other things.
"Yeah, but I'd never think you would destroy your own phone. Rage blackouts or not. I've never seen you without it."
Now it was Summer's turn to laugh bitterly.
"I have like five or six different ones at home. All the colours of the rainbow." She turned towards Ryan.
"Hey, how did it go with the Cohen's? Your not going back to Chino are you? Cos Seth wouldn't be able to take that right now."
Ryan sighed.
"No, they were… I dunno… it was weird."
"You're a man of many words Chino."
Ryan smiled slightly.
"Weird how?"
Ryan paused, as if trying to figure out how to say it.
"It's worse when they say we're 'disappointed in you' you know? After all they've done for me and I nearly let Seth kill himself. I mean, I'm never going to earn their trust ever again."
Summer brought her legs up onto the bench and pulled them in towards her.
"It wasn't your fault. Seth did this to himself. And you know it's killing him that you're blaming yourself. You really have to talk to him and stop avoiding it."
Ryan was surprised.
"Wow, words of wisdom from Summer."
Summer laughed slightly. She hugged her legs and frowned, remembering last night.
"You said Seth took something? Pills or whatever…."
"Yeah….'
"And…do you know what he took?"
Ryan shot a sideways glance at Summer.
"Ah, yeah. He…uh… he took anti-depressants."
Summer swallowed a lump in her throat.
Ryan knew that he should tell her the whole story, but he didn't know where to begin.
"There's something else. When I came home last night after visiting hours ended…. I found the bottle. It… it was empty. He took the whole thing."
"Shit." Summer said slowly. Seth could of died.
Ryan ran his hands through his blonde, messy hair.
"God, I could really do with a smoke right now." He laughed nervously.
Summer shot him a look.
"Eww."
She reached into her bag to find her purse. She needed money, or at least a credit card, for a taxi home.
"Shit," She muttered when she found no sign of it.
"I must of left it in Cohen's room."
She was talking more to herself then to Ryan, but it didn't really bother Ryan. He was too caught up in his own thoughts.
"I'll…uh Cya later."
She took the elevator up to the 7th floor and barged into Seth's room.
The door creaked loudly and she cursed as she saw Seth lying peacefully asleep.
She crept into the room and spotted her 'my little pony' purse her little cousin had gotten her for her birthday, sitting on the food tray near Seth's bed.
Thank god she had found the purse before anyone else had. How would she explain that? My little pony?
As she reached the tray, she couldn't help glancing at Seth.
She watched his chest rising and falling with each breath and felt an overwhelming urge to jump onto of him and plant a huge kiss on his lips. God, she had to stop imagining these movie-like moments. It was driving her insane.
Before she could turn away however, she leant down and kissed him softly, making sure she didn't wake him.
And just as she was embracing Seth, his doctor walked in.
He stopped in his tracks at the spectacle before his eyes. His mouth dropped open slightly, and he backed up towards the door, shaking his head and whispering to himself,
"Weird Family."