Chapter Three-Hundred and Nine
Claire laid a few feet away from John as they slept, giving him the space he needed at the moment. She jolted awake as a rough hand was placed on her cheek, smiling as she looked into John's dark eyes. "Hey." She whispered, kissing his fingertips when he traced them over her face.
He gave a little lop-sided smirk, sliding his body over the floor to lay with her. His voice was as good as gone, but he had other ways of showing his words. He nipped at her lips, wrapping his arm around her hips and letting her do the same.
Clarissa smiled as John and Claire walked back with the orthodontist technicians, whispering a prayed for them. "You'll be okay." She sighed, picking up her crocheting and starting on a new row.
Clarissa and Thomas waited for nearly two hours for John and Claire to get their teeth taken out. When they were finally able to see John and Claire, all they could do was laugh.
John was drooling and had a spaced out look to his eyes, and Claire could hardly keep her head straight. They stumbled and swayed as they walked, and every time one of them bumped into the other, they would fall into the wall.
"My God." Thomas laughed, taking Claire's hands and helping her to the car while Clarissa took John. "You two are loopier than a rollercoaster."
John let Clarissa wipe his mouth with a tissue, still struggling to come out of the anesthesia they'd used to put him under. "Claire… your ass looks pretty." He giggled as Clarissa helped him into the backseat of the car, touching Claire's leg when she crawled in beside him.
"You've got chipmunk cheeks!" She smiled, touching his face and pushing on his cheeks where the gauze was keeping his gums from bleeding.
"You sound like a squirrel!" He poked her cheeks, his laugh bouncing in his chest when she stuck her tongue out at him.
Thomas sighed, thinking about the hour-long drive back to the house. "This is gonna be a long ride."
"At least they're not complaining about the pain right now." She knew that the griping was going to be hell, and the fact that John couldn't take the OxyContin that they'd given them for the pain was going to make it worse.
Dominic chuckled when he walked into John's bedroom, shaking his head at the look of pure misery on his cousin's face. "Hey there, Blowfish." He smirked, taking a seat on the bed and rubbing John's arm like he used to do when they were small children. "You're feeling pretty shitty, huh?"
John's eyes shifted to his cousin, the irises darkening with his glare.
"How about some ice cream?" He smiled, remembering when he'd gotten his teeth out a few months ago.
John gave a small nod, closing his eyes as he pressed his cheek into the ice pack under his head.
Jessica watched as John sipped on water and took tiny bites of ice cream. She could see that he wasn't wearing any shirt and that his scars were healing. She took a closer look at his tattoo, biting her lip when she read what it said. "That bitch." She growled, taking a drink of vodka to help numb the pain of what Claire had taken from her.