I stared at the floor in thought as the doctors fixed up my sister. I had no idea what happened to her, but I knew that the boys did. She was the nicest person ever, she was never mean to anyone. So who would want to jump her? Dennis still came to mind when I thought about it. I didn't want to believe that he would do that, he was always good to her. But we're in London, all the boys in the gang could be secret psychos...and I would never have known.
"Miss McLaren?" I looked up to see a doctor staring down at me. I sighed and slowly raised to my feet.
"Is she alright?" I asked hopefully. He nodded and I sighed in relief.
"She's sleeping. She has a few bruises and cuts but we've cleaned them so they wont get infected. Her left ankle was fractured so we've put it in a cast, she'll have to wear it for about 2 weeks" he explained. I nodded and crossed my arms.
"Can I see her?" I asked tilting my head. He nodded and lead me towards the room.
"I'll leave you alone" he said before heading down the hall. I sighed and entered the room, it was quite dark. India was sleeping, like the doctor said. She had an' IV needle on the back of her right hand, I knew she would freak out about that when she woke up...she hated needles. Her right eye had turned a purple/yellow colour and she had a few cleaned scratches along her arms. I fiddled with my necklace and occupied the purple arm chair next to her bed.
I felt a strange vibrating sensation in my front pocket, it was my phone. I pulled it out and glanced at the ID...it was Pest. I sighed and thought for a moment before finally accepting the call "Hello?" I asked tiredly while leaning back in my chair. He sighed in the other end.
"A'right Tex? How's things?" he asked nervously. I narrowed my eyes in annoyance,
"Don't bullshit me Pest, you know what happened" I snapped running my fingers through my hair nervously.
"Sorry babe, I didn't know 'ow to bring it up" he said apologetically. I sighed and shook my head.
"I'm sorry, I just can't calm down. Do you have any idea who might've jumped her?" I asked hopefully. He paused. I could hear faint muttering on the other end, I knew he was talking to the boys.
"Nah. Sorry" he finally replied. I knew he was lying, it didn't take a genius to tell.
"Bullshit! You know who it was but you won't tell me" I exclaimed. I walked out of the room not wanting to wake my sister.
"I don't Tex I swear" he pleaded. I shook my head again and realised people were staring...but I didn't care right now.
"Yes you do! If not you then the boys do. Pest she's my sister I deserve to know what happened to her" I begged as tears filled my eyes. He sighed.
"I'm sorry Tex, I don' know" he said. It was obvious that he knew...he just wasn't telling me.
"Fine, but don't call me again until you find out" I snapped before clicking the 'End Call' button. I felt guilty about what I did to him, but I got pretty cranky when someone I loved was hurt. Especially my sister, we'd been through a lot together.
I walked back into the room and fell down into the arm chair. I don't think our parents had found out about the incident yet, and it was better that way. They would kick off if they found out India and I had been going out with 'gang members', and knowing them they would pin this incident on them. Heck I was doing it myself! They hadn't really give me a reason to accuse them, but I couldn't help it. Everyone knew that Dennis was the hot-head of the gang, he made it pretty obvious. Maybe he accidentally got angry with India about something, but I hoped to god I was wrong.
It had been about 2 hours since India was brought in and she was still sleeping. I was in the purple arm chair against one arm with my legs thrown over the side of the other. A nurse had brought me in some magazines so I took my time reading through them. I was currently reading about some woman marrying her cousin, it was pretty sick to be honest.
"Tex?" My head shot up as India whispered my name, I jumped up from the seat and found her eyes were wide open.
"Hey sis. How you feeling?" I asked sitting on the edge of the bed. She smiled slightly.
"Been better. Anything broke?" she asked. I shook my head and sighed.
"Nope, you got a fracture in your ankle though. Won't get it off for two weeks" I explained shrugging. She nodded.
"Fair enough. Do I have a needle in my hand?" she asked her eyes suddenly widening. I giggled and nodded.
"Yeah. Don't look at it though, you might faint and we need to talk" I replied both serious and playful. She nodded and sighed.
"It wasn't Dennis if that's what you're asking. He would never do this" she said slightly snappish. I nodded crossing the name from my list. She would never lie to me.
"If it wasn't him then who was it?" I asked crossing my arms.
"These boys in the street. After I left Dennis's flat I thought I'd get me and you a drink. So I headed for the shop, and you can probably guess what happened. This gang saw me, I've seen them around the streets before. Asked me to shag them, I said no and this is what happened. They told me to tell my 'boyfriend' to stay away from their block, guess they'd seen me with Dennis" she explained in thought. So the boys did know what was going on...now I was pissed.
"I'm just glad you're okay. But India we only do things to go against mum and dad as long as it doesn't involve us getting hurt. You plus a hospital bed equals hurt" I exclaimed shaking my head. She gave me a knowing look.
"Go against mum and dad? C'mon Tex, you know as well as I do that this has gone way passed that now" she scoffed. I narrowed my eyes.
"India you're in the hospital! All because you're going out with Dennis, I'm sorry but what if you get killed next time?" I asked worriedly. She rolled her eyes.
"I won't because I know better than' to go out on my own now. Tex I really like him, please don't make me dump him" she begged. I sighed and shook my head.
"Fine. But promise me that if either of us get hurt again, you'll stop seeing him" I said. She nodded and held out her scarred hand. I smiled and laced the fingers of my own scarred hand through hers.
"Promise" she confirmed smiling.