Chapter 19

Summary:

Alise gets injured while in the field and Owen's not too happy about it. As a result, Alise is forced to take a break from work and it's driving her crazy. She's stuck in "doctor jail" (as she puts it) and is as restless as ever, so Owen has to figure out how to keep her occupied.

*Adult content in here, be warned

Authors Note:

So, I'd love to know how I'm doing so far. I've heard some feedback in reviews and I want you to know that I really do appreciate them, it helps me going as a writer! So more feedback would be lovely. Also, I have some exciting news! There will be a second (and possibly third) part to this series! I have most of it planned out already and have already begun writing it and I think it's gonna be good! I'll reveal more details about it in the next coming chapters!

Also, this chapter is SUPER long. Like almost 6,000 words long. I'm sorry if it's too long, but I just had to fit a lot into this part. Hope that's alright and that you enjoy!

It's been a couple days and I still haven't been able to pin Kira down to talk to her about what happened. Apparently, she had been working late the past two nights and the other night Owen and I went out so I ended up staying at his bungalow. The next night I was so tired I passed out by 8 o'clock when my intention was to plug my phone in, but I laid down on the bed to do so and I fell asleep instead. That's how you know you're getting old.

The next morning started off like any other. I woke up at 6:30 am, had my morning coffee on the deck, talked to Lachlan for a few minutes before I went back inside to make breakfast and get ready for work. I got there right at 8 am, right when my shift started.

Dr. Collier wasn't in today, so I went to Dr. Sanchez's office to get the schedule and found out I will mainly be working in the field today. Checking up on dinosaurs and doing screenings for Algae Poisoning because that's the disease of this week that's been presenting itself.

I was checking up on the Sinoceratops that was presenting the symptoms of Algae Poisoning when I got a call about a Stygimoloch who was sick and her symptoms were blood coming out of her nose and mouth. I got there as quickly as possible. The Styg was fighting against the restraints the ACU had on her by the time I got there. Lachlan was there and he gave me the rundown of what happened.

I waited until the sedation kicked in and she fell to the ground, laying on her side. Trent made sure she was completely out and I walked over cautiously with my kit. The first step was checking the blood for contaminants and the mouth and nose for any signs of disruption or abrasions because she could have torn something open and that was causing the bleeding.

I was about to start my work when her eyes shot open and she lunged at me, head first, causing me to fall to the ground as her head rammed into my stomach. I screamed out when I felt and heard the cracking in my ribs.

ACU shot her with 12 amps and I heard the Styg cry out as well as people yelling around me, but I couldn't quite make out what anyone was saying. I heard people shuffling around as they tried to get the Styg under control.

My head was starting to rush and I felt woozy but I still tried to sit up, and instantly regretted it when her tail flew back and hit me right in my face, causing me to drop right back down on my back, hitting the back of my head hard against the ground.

"Alise!" I barely heard as I saw Lachlan hovering over mine. "Alise, can you hear me?!"

I thought I was responding, opening my mouth and talking, but all I heard coming out was incoherent mumbling.

"We need help, call Dr. Sanchez right now!" Lachlan said, panicked. I was trying to tell him that I was okay, but I couldn't hear the words coming out of my mouth. That's when everything went dark.

x x x

I came to again when I was in the infirmary, hooked up to an IV and laying on a cushioned cot they had with a mountain of pillows behind my head. It wasn't exactly a hospital by any means so there was no fancy hospital bed or machines, they just had the basics. I started to sit up but was stopped almost immediately.

"Hey, hey, don't move. Doctor, she's awake!" I heard Lachlan's voice call. I looked up at him, he was a little blurry and I noticed I had double vision and the light behind him was burning my eyes so much that I had to blink hard to get it all to stop. I opened them again as the doctor walked over.

"Alise, I'm Dr-"

"Fischer. I know. We've worked together before." I said but realized it came out as more of a mumble.

"You're right, we have. It's a good sign you remember that. Do you remember what happened?" she asked.

"I was helping a Styg that was bleeding out of her eyes and nose… she was scared… woke up. Hit me in the stomach with her head..." I said, grabbing onto my stomach as the pain started to rush in like a freight train hit me. It wasn't the only thing that hurt, my head was throbbing. More specifically my left eye, where the Styg's tail hit. I quickly reached up and touched the throbbing area and I winced. "Its tail hit my eye," I said.

"Right. That's good you remember. I'll give Lachlan an ice pack to hold on your eye while I ask you a few more questions if you're up for them?" she asked. I nodded.

She asked the typical questions you ask a patient who's been through trauma to make sure no memory loss occurred. The basic, "What is your name" "What's the date" "Do you remember what you had for breakfast this morning", etc. All the annoying questions you could ask. She also did the "light test", eyes following the light. I passed both just fine, which was a good sign.

"So what're the injuries? Broken rib? Possible orbital fracture? Concussion?" I asked, judging by what I just experienced, I had a few hunches.

"Possible broken or bruised ribs, possible orbital fracture and definite concussion. We had to stitch up a cut on your forehead, but that's the least of your worries," she said, looking at a piece of paper. "We need to get you to Clínica De Jacó as soon as possible to get further examined and you definitely need x-rays. Since you're awake, we'll figure out the boating schedule and have a nurse go over with you," she said. I nodded and sighed. That was honestly the last thing I wanted to do, but this place was a lame excuse for a doctors office, let alone a hospital so I knew I had to.

"Give me this, I don't need you to hold it like I'm a weak damsel in distress," I said, swatting Lachlan's hand away as I held onto the ice pack. He just laughed and shook his head, sitting down in the chair next to my bed. "Don't you have to get back to work?" I asked, a little snarky. I was a little annoyed with this whole situation and it was clearly showing by my attitude.

"Hamada's orders are to stay with you until you woke up," he said, not paying any mind to my snarkiness. It probably went right over his head.

"So, I'm up now." I raised my brows, then winced at the sudden pain in my eye.

"Yeah, guess I should get back to work," he sighed, standing up.

"What happened to her?" I asked quietly.

"Who?" Lachlan asked.

"The Styg…" I trailed off. I was pretty sure I knew the answer to that.

"Protocol." was all he said quietly. I just nodded my head and bit my lip. "Oh, and I called Owen," he added.

My eyes widened. "You called Owen?" I asked again, Lachlan nodded. "He's gonna be pissed."

"Sounded it on the phone," he said. "And I'm gonna leave before he gets here…"

"Wish I could too." I laughed. Lachlan laughed and then sighed.

"You gonna be okay?" he asked. I nodded.

"I ever tell you about the time I got attacked by a bear at the animal sanctuary?" I asked. Lachlan's eyes widened. "Wasn't as bad as this, but still pretty bad."

"No, but you definitely have to. That sounds insane! You're one tough chick." he said. I smiled. "Keep me posted, okay?" I nodded. "Oh, and you look as sexy as ever," he smirked, I could tell he was being sarcastic. I squinted my eyes at him.

"You're an asshole. Just leave," I said. He laughed and left, leaving me there, scanning the room for a mirror. I could only imagine what I looked like.

"Where is she?" I heard Owen's voice from down the hall. Oh boy. I sighed as he appeared in the room and rushed over. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Owen, I'm fine," I said, applying a little too much pressure to the ice pack without realizing it and wincing.

"Who was with you? Besides Lachlan?" was the second thing he asked. I was a little surprised, no 'what happened' or anything, but I assume Lachlan had already told him.

"Why?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Because clearly one of them wasn't doing their job or this wouldn't have happened," he said, I could tell he was pissed.

"That's not what happened. She just got scared is all and wasn't fully sedated. It was my fault, I should have double checked," I said, even though I didn't believe that was entirely true. Who was really at fault in all of this? It wasn't just one person so I couldn't even give Owen a name and even if I did, what would that do? Piss him off more? Would he go find that person and talk to them? I don't even know when it comes to Owen.

"You didn't double check? I don't believe that. You're safer than that." he said.

I sighed, "Well, I guess I slipped up."

"You wouldn't be sitting here with stitches in your forehead, a few broken ribs, and a possible orbital fracture if someone didn't screw up." he said sternly.

"I'll be more careful next time," I said quietly.

I wanted to say that it was bound to happen one of these days, really. I've been here for so long, I'm surprised something like this hasn't happened already. Dr. Collier and Dr. Sanchez have mentioned some incidents happening in the field, but this was definitely the worst that I've heard.

Owen sighed, "They need to make sure this never happens again."

"It won't. They already put her down," I said, looking down. I couldn't help the tears that were in my eyes. That's what protocol is. When a dinosaur attacks anyone, no matter the situation, they're put down. No acceptions.

"It's probably for the best," he said, leaning forward and taking the ice pack from me. He gently placed it on my eye, right where it had been throbbing. He studied my face, looking at all of the things that were wrong with it.

"I probably look really ugly right now," I sighed, looking down. Lachlan's dumb little comment getting to me.

"You know that's not true," he said, picking my chin up and searching my eyes.

"Will you come with me to the hospital?" I asked.

He nodded, "Of course. I'm going to be by your side the whole time, no matter what."

x x x

The boat ride to the clinic wasn't too bad and I chalk that up to the shot of morphine Dr. Fischer gave me and it was a godsend. I would have been in so much pain without it. I felt high (mind you I went to college once - and I'm only talking about pot) and I was super relaxed. I don't remember half of the stuff I was saying, but Owen sure got a laugh out of it.

I ended up staying in the clinic overnight for observation. They told me I have a concussion (which we already knew); 3 cracked ribs, all on my left side and the ones on my right were most definitely bruised and the huge welts and bruises that were already starting to form on my stomach were a telltale sign of that, and thankfully I didn't have an orbital bone fracture because that would have been a nightmare. It was just going to be a huge bruise. I also had to get the stitches out of my head in a week. So, I guess I can add being mauled by a dinosaur to my resume.

Doctors orders were to put ice packs on the infected areas, so my entire stomach and face; I can't do any intense physical activity until they are properly healed in four to six weeks because of the broken ribs and the concussion and I need to take painkillers. All the damn painkillers. That's really all they could do for me.

So they discharged me the next morning and I was back to Owen's bungalow by dinner time. The last place I wanted to be was back at my apartment, especially if Kira was going to be there. I didn't have the energy to deal with her and thought it would be best to go with Owen. Plus, he said it'd be better so he could keep an eye on me. Even though I didn't need to be watched over, it made him feel better. I didn't argue with that.

"So it's gonna take four to six weeks to heal, which means I should be back in the field in a month, month and a half tops. It just means I'll be doing stupid desk work for fucking ever, but I'll be getting back to work in a few days so at least I'll have that." I said as Owen helped me into his bed.

Owen sighed, I'd been talking about this since we've been on the boat. I was trying to figure out in my head when I'd be back at work, so he was probably sick of hearing it by now. "I don't think you'll be back in a few days, Alise. You need to rest. The doctor said one week."

"But I don't need one week off, it's ridiculous. They're just being extra cautious. I'll totally be ready in a few days," I said, groaning and clutching my side as I sat in the bed. I looked up at him, that was bad timing. Owen just looked at me with his brows raised. "Like I said, I'm fine. I've got painkillers, that's all I need." I said, shaking the bottle with a smile.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow." was all he said as he pulled the blanket up as if he were tucking me in.

"But I don't wanna talk about this tomorrow," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Yes, I know I was acting like a child, but I wanted him to be on my side with this. I didn't want him to side with the doctor.

"Well, I'm done talking about it now so have fun talking to yourself," he said before walking away. I dropped my jaw as I watched him walk out.

"Are you kidding me? I can't even come after you right now, you dick!" I said, groaning as I threw my head back against the headboard dramatically. Of course, hurting the back of my head in the process. "Ouch." I hissed rubbing the back of my head. I tried to be quiet so he didn't just hear how much of an idiot I am.

"You still have a concussion, the last thing you should be doing is throwing your head back into the headboard and throwing a temper tantrum because you didn't get what you wanted," Owen said as he walked back in. I squinted my brows at him, shooting him a glare. Which hurt my eye a little bit, but he deserved the glare so it was worth it.

"I can do what I want, I'm an adult," I crossed my arms over my chest as he brought over two bags of frozen vegetables. "I'm guessing you don't have ice packs?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Peas and corn will have to do," he said, gently putting one on my stomach and gently holding the other one on my orbital bone.

"I hate peas. Ever since my parents tried to force feed them to me and Lowery. Lowery gagged and spit them out and I puked out of my nose because they were so gross." I said, causing him to chuckle.

"You puked out of your nose?" He asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, it's possible and it's a disgusting feeling," I said as I thought as I remembered something else that had to do with food up my nose. "Hey, there was this one time I wanted to see what would happen if I snorted linguini and if you could see it coming out of the roof of my mouth, so Lowery was standing there, shining a flashlight down my throat to see if it would work."

Owen chuckled, "Did it work?"

"Well, I felt it tickle my throat and then I threw up, so yeah, but it ended badly." I laughed. "But it was a successful experiment. My parents were like 'What the fuck is wrong with you weirdos and where did we go wrong'."

"You and Lowery got into some shit, didn't you?"

I laughed and nodded, "Didn't you and your brothers?"

"Oh yeah. Loads of shit. I was always the one that got hurt the most because they said it'd be a good idea and it'd work and I was too stupid to think otherwise. I remember one time we made a slip and slide out of a bunch of tarps and dish soap. Henry thought it'd be cool for me to sit in a sled and tie it to the back of his ATV with a rope."

I laughed, "Didn't work so well?" I guessed.

"Oh no, it worked. It was pretty fun, too. It was after that that he decided it'd be a good idea to tie a rope around my ankle and see how fast I could go on the slip and slide."

I let out a surprised laugh, the type of laugh that you do when you know you shouldn't be laughing but are anyway. "Holy shit, that could have taken your leg off! How old were you?"

"I had to of been like 8. But yeah, thank god my dad came home and was like 'What the hell are you idiots doing?!', we were grounded for weeks. That was one of the many times my dad caught us doin' stupid shit."

I laughed, "Brothers are fun. Stupid, but fun," I said. He nodded in agreement and chuckled. "Speaking of my stupid brother, I gotta call Lowery."

"I already did. Told him you were alright and that you needed your rest. I told him you'd call him tomorrow." he said, I smiled and let out a sigh.

"You're amazing, thank you," I said. Owen just smiled at me.

"Here, you take this. Let me get you some water so you can take your medicine."

"I'm also starving. Hospital food sucks ass. I'm really craving a burger…" I said, looking at him with hopeful eyes. I felt bad for asking, but I've barely eaten anything for the past couple of days and a burger sounded delicious right now.

"I don't have any hamburger meat…" he trailed off, looking at me. "Shit. Fine. I'll go to Three Horns."

"Yes! I love you. You're the best." I said, rubbing his cheek.

"Whatever makes you happy," he kissed my forehead and left to get the water. I could totally get used to this.

x x x

It was nearly impossible for me to sleep that night. I tried, but I just couldn't. I was in a pretty moderate amount of pain and I could only lay on my back when I'm used to my side or my stomach, but that wasn't entirely it. Insomnia is one of the symptoms of a concussion and of course, I got it.

When I finally did get to sleep, I woke up less than an hour later with a nightmare about what happened with the Styg. Whenever I had a traumatic experience, it always manifested in my dreams. It was not fun, at all.

It was nearing 4 am and I barely slept and when I can't sleep, I overthink. I was thinking about how Dr. Collier had texted me earlier today and told me he wanted me to rest for the next few days and he'd consult with the doctor and figure out when the best time for me to come back was. What could the consensus be? The freaking doctor wanted to wait a week, but maybe Dr. Collier would be smart and be on my side? I doubted it.

Thankfully, I didn't have to wonder for too long as he called me around 11 am and said he decided that it would be best if I didn't come back for another week and that I'd be eased into it. 3 days the first week, 4 days the next, then the full 5 after that. Of course, I told him I was starting to feel better, but he wasn't having it. Saying that it was a traumatic experience and that I needed to rest, not only physically, but mentally. I asked him about getting back in the field and gave me the vaguest answer ever. He said, "we'll see how you're doing in four weeks and we'll start talking about it". It wasn't even a definite answer. So needless to say, after that phone call I was a little pissed off about that.

I was on lock-down for the next week and basically would be stuck in doctor jail until they clear me for field activity, which could be god knows when. This sucks.

x x x

I was starting to feel better after a few days. I stayed with Owen for a couple of days and then I was back to my apartment because Owen had to work and he was concerned that if anything happened to me or I needed help, he wanted someone like Lachlan or Lowery to be nearby. I understood where he was coming from, but being at the apartment was the last place I wanted to be, especially if Kira was around.

Thankfully, Kira stayed out of my way when I was there. I think she could tell I was annoyed with her because every time she tried to talk to me, I'd shut her down. The last thing I wanted to do was worry about her or have a conversation with her about what happened while I was preoccupied with other things.

Doctor jail was torture. Not being able to work or leave the house to do anything remotely fun is as boring as it gets. Not to mention I can't have sex, which is just the topping on the cake. The doctor said that I shouldn't for the first 5 to 6 days, but after that, it's free game. The only thing that would stop us from doing anything is the pain in my ribs - which still hurt like a bitch.

The doctor also suggested that I take walks here and there so that I was staying active. Whether it's around the apartment or outside. The only thing was that I had to stop if my ribs started to hurt and I also had to make sure I took deep breaths to prevent getting pneumonia.

So, 5 days after my accident I gave walking outside a try. I needed to get out of this damn apartment and I only have 5 more days before I can go back to work, so I needed to get out. Even though I only lasted about 20 minutes before my ribs started to hurt, it was still something.

My days spent at home were pretty boring. I could only binge watch so much Agents of Shield and Daredevil before my head started to hurt as a result of the concussion. I spent half of my day with the lights off and ice packs on my head, left eye and stomach because of the pain. There was only so much the Ibuprofen could do. They prescribed me Vicodin, but that's the last thing I was going to take. I just stuck to extra strength Tylenol.

The next two days weren't as bad. Lachlan came by when he got off work early to keep me company, then Lowery had off the next day so he came over and I convinced him to let us go out to the park and pet some baby dinos. I needed my dino fix. I may have had to beg, but it worked anyway so that's fine. I lasted a good 20 minutes before we had to stop and take a rest, then he made us go home because he was worried.

Owen had off the day after that (today), so he picked me up in Barry's car last night (there was no way he was letting me on his motorcycle). Kira was at work, so we didn't see her. He hasn't spoken to her either since what happened a week and a half ago, he said he was waiting for me to talk to her, which clearly wasn't going to happen any time soon. She didn't even try to talk to him either. I think that once she saw we were still together, she must have realized her little plan didn't work.

I had actually gotten a better night sleep that night than I have since the accident happened and I didn't have any nightmares, so that was definitely a plus. I woke up the next morning at 9 am to the familiar smell of bacon and coffee. I sat up and slowly got out of bed, wincing a little bit at the pain in my ribs. I took the Tylenol that was on the nightstand before slowly walking out of the bedroom and seeing Owen cooking in his boxers.

"Well, there's a sight I missed," I smirked.

I haven't seen him cooking in his boxers in a while, so it was a bit of a turn on. Everything was a turn on since I haven't been able to have sex with him in over a week (and it wasn't just because we've been busy - I physically can't have sex with him).

I tried to convince him last night that I was completely fine to have sex, just as long as it was slow and gentle, but he said 'no way, out of the question'. I told him that I masturbated the other night with no problem and I convinced him to give me a little tongue action. I didn't tell him, but it hurt quite a bit, but what came after was the bodies natural pain killer, so the pain was coupled with pleasure and totally worth it. The second I (carefully and slowly) rolled over on my stomach and went for his boxers, he swatted my hands away and told me to go to bed. Of course, I pouted, resorting to batting my eyelashes and hoping he'd give in, but he didn't. So that left me all hot and bothered and in need of the D. Badly.

"Why are you up? I was gonna bring some for you when I was done cooking."

"Owen, I'm fully capable of managing a trip to your kitchen from your bedroom in your tiny ass bungalow. I've been wobbling back and forth around my apartment the past few days because I've been so bored." I said, sitting down at the kitchen table.

"Wobbling?" he asked, chuckling as he poured a cup of coffee and added a little bit of sugar.

"That's what it feels like anyway. I feel like a baby orangutan learning to walk." I said, blowing on the coffee before taking a sip. "I probably look like one, too."

"Have you seen a baby orangutan learning to walk?" He asked, chuckling.

"Yeah, at the animal sanctuary. His name was Chipper because he was always hanging upside down and smiling at everyone. He even waved at people. He was always so happy and playing with his toys. I miss him, he was cute." I said. I missed most of the animals at the sanctuary from time to time. Especially ones like Chip, who I've known since he was born.

"I'm sure he misses you too," Owen said as he put the last pancake on a plate and turned the stove off before placing two plates on the table, one with pancakes and one with bacon. "How are you feeling this morning?" He asked, grabbing two empty plates and putting one in front of me.

"Never been better. Ya know, this would be even better with some sausage. Drop 'em, big boy." I smirked, looking down at his boxers so he knew exactly what I was talking about.

"Not gonna happen. Eat your pancakes."

"Fine." I pouted and put a couple of pancakes on my plate and started to eat them. It was worth a try.

After we finished eating breakfast and he was doing the dishes, softly singing to himself. I got up and walked over to the coffee pot to pour some more coffee. I noticed his side-eye as he watched me carefully pouring my coffee. I didn't need him watching over my every move, and I was about to say that, but when I looked at him, he looked at the dishes and started to whistle as if he weren't just watching me.

I laughed to myself and added some sugar before taking a sip. I leaned against the counter and watched him. The way his biceps moved when he was washing the plates, my eyes glanced down to his chest and more importantly, his six-pack. He's been doing a lot of ab crunches recently and it's really been paying off. I bit my lip when I noticed his butt tense. This was torture. It was like he was begging me to do something, he had to of known really, that I can barely resist him fully clothed, let alone clad in boxers.

I set the mug on the counter and walked over to him. I felt his body tense for a split second because I caught him off guard when I wrapped my arms around his torso and kissed his shoulder lightly.

"You've been so good to me, baby," I said, he shivered against my touch. "I've been trying to think of ways to thank you because just saying it isn't enough," I said, kissing the back of his neck.

He hummed in response, turning the water off and drying his hands on the small hand towel before turning to face me. "You don't need to thank me," he said, grabbing my cheeks and kissing my forehead. "I'll do anything for you."

"But I want to," I said, putting my palms flat against his chest. I realized it came out more like a whine and Owen raised his brows at me. "I mean, you deserve a little reward…" I pouted my lips at him, running my hands down his chest. His hands grabbed my wrists when my fingers grazed the elastic to his boxers. "I want to and I know you want me to…" I bit my lip, looking up at him.

He stared down at me for a second before he dropped his hands, allowing me to do what I wanted. I smirked and slid my hand into his boxers, right as his phone started to ring. I pretended like I didn't hear it at first, even though it was blaring in my ears. I was just enjoying the feeling of him getting hard in my hand and the little groans that were coming out of his mouth were definitely a plus.

"Fuck," Owen mumbled after the phone finished ringing, only for it to go off again. He pulled away and went to get the phone. "Hello?" he asked, sounding agitated. "Shit. Yeah, I'll be there in 15," he said before hanging up the phone. He gave me an apologetic look before even saying anything.

"You have to go to the enclosure?" I guessed, rolling my eyes and he nodded.

"I have to sign some paperwork. I'll be back in 45 minutes, an hour tops," he said, walking into his room to put some clothes on. I let out a sigh and leaned against the counter.

Dammit. I totally had him too.

x x x

Right when he left, I had a sudden wave of vertigo and struggled to find my way to the couch. I plopped down and shut my eyes, still feeling the room spinning. It went away after a couple of minutes and I slowly opened my eyes. I rested for a few minutes before getting up to grab water and a couple of ice packs (which Owen finally got - he actually got three of them).

I sat on the couch and put one on my stomach and held one on my left eye. I'm glad Owen didn't see that because he always gets overly concerned when I have a little episode, but it comes along with the concussion. Symptoms can last for a few weeks and even years. I'm praying it's not the latter.

After a few minutes, I heard my phone go off from the bedroom. I reluctantly got up, leaving the ice packs on the couch before finding it on the nightstand in Owen's room.

"Hey Luce, what's up?" I answered the phone.

"Uhm, hey Alise… I just got to work actually and I was surprised because Kira usually works this shift with me every week, but she's not here…" she trailed off.

"Okay, so where is she?" I asked, the annoyance in my voice. She can't be acting out now, especially on top of everything that's happened. She literally has a week and a half before she leaves!

"Right. Yeah, so I asked Colin where she was and he told me she got fired a week and a half ago for drinking on the job."

"She what?!" I exclaimed, feeling the anger bubble up in my stomach and up my chest. I winced at the slight pain in my rib at the sudden jolt.

"Yeah… I know you said she's been at work the past couple of days and I knew you should know…"

I took a breath, trying to calm down so I didn't direct my anger towards her. She didn't do anything wrong, she was actually doing me a favor by telling me. "Yeah, thanks for telling me Lucy, I really appreciate it. I'll let you get to work. I'll talk to you later, okay?" I said.

"Yeah, definitely. Have a good day!"

"You too, bye," I said as I hung up the phone.

I took another deep breath, letting it out slowly to prevent myself from getting anymore heated than I already was. First of all, she's been lying and said she's been going to work. Second of all, she got fired for fucking drinking on the damn job and third of all, she was staying in my fucking house, disrespecting me like I don't mean shit.

There was no more avoiding talking to her anymore. I needed to get to my apartment to see if she was there because I needed to talk to her. And I needed to talk to her now.