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Chapter 16: Backwards Déjà vu

I paced around the hospital waiting room, waiting for the doctors. Why had I acted like such a fool? Why had I acted like this? I just felt so responsible.

"Ms. Harrison, Mr. Quincy," the doctor said, entering the room. "Your friend will be okay. He has a few broken ribs and he's unconscious but besides that he's as good as new."

"Thank you," Tommy said. He stood up and looked down to me. "You coming?"

I shook my head. "Not right away."

"Okay…" He left the waiting room.

I sat there for an hour or so but I'm not quite sure how long it was. Eventually, Tommy came back out.

"What the hell, Jude?" He shouted at me.

"What?" I snapped back.

"I've been in there for an hour and he doesn't even want to talk to me. I'm not sure but I think he'd much rather talk to you."

"I just can't, Tommy. He probably hates me."

"Jesus, Jude, stop being a damn coward."

"I'm not."

"Yeah, you are. Get off your lazy ass and get in there."

"Fine, but I'm guessing that he doesn't want even want to talk to me."

"I'm guessing you're wrong."

"Whatever." I turned around and slowly crept into the room.

"I swear, Tommy, if that's you I'll strangle you," he said, not looking at the door.

"Not Tommy," I whispered.

He looked over to me. "Oh, Jude… Hey."

"If you don't want to talk to me, I understand."

"No, it's fine. It's not like you stabbed me in the back."

"Tommy didn't stab you in the back," I defended, coming farther into the room. "And remember, it would take two people to do anything."

"Whatever…"

"He wasn't making a move on me, you know that, right?"

"So he says…"

"He was just trying to comfort me after our fight."

"Again, I say, he was trying to comfort the way he used to."

"I don't think he was trying to get into my pants."

"I think he was. Didn't you feel his hand on your back?"

"So?"

"Lower back, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Hand on the lower back says that he's just trying to grab some ass."

"Oh my god…"

"Just something I saw on T.V. He just doesn't know when to give up."

"Why are we fighting? We should be mad at him."

"I know…"

I sat down at the edge of his bed. "I know too."

He smiled. "I know you know." He placed his hand on my cheek and kissed me passionately.

AN: Sorry it took so long to update but since my keyboard's still screwed up and I have to use my mom's which I can only use every so often. Anyways, please R&R!