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I found myself almost growling as I went over that days events in my head, a friendly

family get together…that made me want to bash my head open with one of my own steel

toe boots! At least Eric had seemed…rational…in his situation, even though you could tell

he was a little lost at acquiring a daughter again after so long. Thank every lord I don't

believe in that I wasn't staying there!

Steve-o glanced at me for the umpteenth time that night and I turned my head slowly to

give him my best 'eat shit and die' glare, he simply gave me a goofy grin and turned back

to the tube. This irritated me, so I left.

So I know I still wasn't thinking rationally, but I'd like to see someone tell me that at that

moment. The Green Machine looked good for an illegally fast drive through BFE right

now, that would do until I found something else to vent on- or someone, who knows.

As I got in my el Camino, I heard a peck at my glass, I slowly rolled down the window to

stare blankly at my best friend. He sighed and flicked my nose ring, "Don't get yourself

dead, Punkass", I stopped for a minute, that sentence was so very Heroine Bob that it hurt

to even see Steve-o standing there, using his words.

I slowly nodded and rolled the window back up and revved the engine of my little piece-o-

shit.

I spun out of our drive and pulled a sling shot to the road, who says stealing a few cars

now and then is bad for you? It sure as hell taught me a few things, like turn the police

scanner ON in your friggin car, and don't kill people, easy as pie.

All though now that I look back on that, I can't make a pie worth fuck….

I knew the place I would go, immediately. I would be the bat outta hell for an hour down

the highway, hit a dirt road towards the mountains, then have to hoof it a while to get to

the space I used to frequent when I could snag rides from my druggie friends.

I sighed as a new wave of despair and anger hit me. Last time I was there, it was running

from my quiet home, I glared at the road and gunned it harder, pushing 85 as some metal

from the local radio station filled my head with nonsense.

What I wasn't expecting was hitting the fucking bear sized shape that blurred its ass in

front of me on the dirt road.

When I woke up I was in pain. Not, 'Owwie, my head hurts' pain, but that big 'Moshed

to hell, broke multiple bones' pain. Not of the fun, no matter what way you take it.

I gave a sigh and gulped, "Okay, what'd I do this time?", the only answer I got was

scrambling. I blinked and looked up to see a hospital room (much to my dismay, this

brought back Heroin Bob memories that needed burring) and saw a startled looking nurse

picking up a water pitcher she had knocked over with my question, no doubt. I raised an eyebrow at her, "Well?", she just blinked at me and stuttered something out

about having to get the doctor, well to me, that sounded about as lovely as that bear I hit.

I took this brief alone time to catalog my injuries, my arm was killing me, thus the pretty

green cast that matched my hair oh-so-well.

So broken arm? Check.

I was having trouble sitting up and breathing, I parted my hideous gown to see a rib rap.

Broken/fractured/bruised ribs? Check.

I moved my toes, they didn't hurt, my ankles didn't either, I got to my ribs and stopped,

so the damage was only waist up? Kicken. I'd be able to walk, hell, I could saunter out of

here with the doctors 'okay go'.

I did notice, however, that my chest looked as if an anvil had hit me square in the chest.

Damn Steve-o and Bob for their Roadrunner addictions.

Given the sitch, I'd say I took a big old hit to the steering wheel, if the Green Machine

didn't live to see this I would be royally pissed.

Just as I was thinking about how I would get the GM back up and running I heard my

door opening with a slight knock, "Miss Cray? I'm Doctor Carlisle Cullen, you've given

everyone quite the fright, young lady". The man who met my eyes made my brow crease

and my mind want to reel, it was like being on another X trip, seeing someone so perfect. I

put my head down and stared at my hands as he walked over, "Your friend, Steven

Bernstein has quite the temper on him. When he heard you were in critical condition he

made…quite a scene", I smirked, you can take the Punk out of SLC, but you can't take the SLC out of the Punk, proven fact now.

Cullen checked my pulse, looked at my nose, mouth, eyes. Listened to my breathings,

even though I grimaced through them, after he pulled back he gave me a thoughtful

expression, "Your very…resilient, remind me to introduce you to my middle son, Emmett,

you two would get along perfectly", I raised an eyebrow at him, and just as a witty yet

appropriate remark made its way to my tongue the door whooshed open and Steve-o

rushed in. He launched, I cringed, the doctor caught him mid lunge, "Nope, Mr. Bernstein,

you do realize that your friend has been in a major car accident, yes?", as Steve-o nodded

slowly he continued, "This means lots of rest, lots of care, and no rough movements.

Further injury would not be good for anyone", Steve-o looked at me and I saw a tear roll

off his cheek. This face was familiar.

This was the same face I was presented with when he finally realized Bob wasn't coming

back.

I knew that my voice was too low for the doctor to hear, but he somehow did, "Doc…let

him go….", he turned to look at me curiously before letting Steve-o go.

He was in my arms, head on my bruised chest sobbing quicker that the Doctor could

follow.

"I thought…but then they said…and I……I CAN'T lose you too-ooo!" I sighed and

comforted my sobbing and slightly childish friend the best I could, "Its okay, its okay, you

told me not to get dead, and I didn't, Bobs watching over", this seemed to calm his sobs,

but his body was firmly glued to mine for a while I was guessing.

The Doctor blinked and said, "Your father and brother are also here to see you…should I

get them…?", my eyes got wide and I looked at Steve-o who looked entirely too

innocent. "You didn't…." he sighed, "He's your dad, Punkass, and that fucknut is your

brother…they had to know!".

I glared at him.

This would be torture. Pure and simple.

So? Yeah? No? Whatev, lol I've been so busy trying to get everything ready for summer I had totally forgotten about my stories!! Since that can't be done anymore and I got a hella new HUGE computer I think keeping on the up-and-up from now on should be simpler!

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