Kim slowly parked into an empty parking space. Normally, people in this situation wouldn't be taking their sweet time to park and get help. But this isn't a car to be driven recklessly. This is a very expensive car and if she were to damage it, she wouldn't be able to pay for its repairs. So, let's just avoid that all together.
Kim cut the engine and rushed out of the driver's seat. Moving as fast as one can with 6-inch heels on, she opened the passenger door and tried to help him out. But the victim wouldn't move. "What's the problem?" Kim's voice sounded rushed.
"I told you not to take me to a hospital", his voice was hoarse and his eyes could barely open.
"Yeah, I thought about that but I figured that since I'm the one driving, that I should decide where to go." She started to pull him out but he used his limited strength to force himself back in the seat. Kim's patience was running low and she was irritated. "Look, its either here or I dump you in an alley to fend for yourself." This caused him to sit up.
"That's what I thought." She used the car behind her as support as she pulled him out. She slung his huge bicep over her shoulder and tried to walk. But she soon learned that trying to balance someone that is twice your size while wearing unstable heels didn't have a good outcome.
Kim paused and removed the death traps called shoes. She chucked them into a nearby bush and kept moving. "Grace is going to kill me, but who cares at this moment. It's about 3 in the morning and I'm pretty drunk. It was bound to happen." The man on her shoulder chuckled. Kim smiled at this.
They stumbled to the entrance and made their way through the automatic doors to the front desk. Neither needed to speak, the sight of him said it all. They rushed him away after instructing Kim to wait out there.
She took a seat in a plush chair and ran her petite fingers through her now somewhat frizzy hair. She exhaled and leaned back in the seat. Her eyelids became droopy and soon she was in complete darkness.
Kim jolted awake as she heard a screeching voice echo from down the hallway. She sat up straight and looked around in curiosity. She realized that it was just a child. Getting up and straightening her short dress, Kim made her way to the reception desk.
"Hi. Umm I brought a guy in here earlier. He was beaten up pretty badly. Umm...can I see him?", Kim asked hesitantly. She didn't know why she wanted to see him or why she was even still there in the first place. She could have left as soon as they took him but for some reason she didn't...weird.
The nurse at the desk smiled. "What is his name?" Kim froze. His name. She never found out what his name was. Then she remembered. She had seen his I.D. in the car. "Can you hold on for just one moment?" The lady nodded and Kim ran out to the parking lot, straight to the car.
She opened the car and, after retrieving the slick card, ran back to the desk. Kim tried to catch her breath and handed her the I.D. The lady picked up a pair of purple rimmed glasses and had a closer look. "The name's Jack Brewer. He is in the room down the hall." Kim smiled and started down the hall.
Reaching the door she had been instructed, she pushed it open slowly. Kim took a peek inside before entering fully.
Kim, still barefoot, carefully closed the door behind her. She crept closer to the bed and saw that Jack, still getting used to his name, had his eyes open. As she got closer, his attention focused on her. Kim grabbed a seat in the chair that was beside the bed and smiled.
"Hey, how you doing?" Her voice was soft.
"Ok. Two broken ribs, a busted lip, and a black eye hurts like hell but I'm pulling through it." He smiled a little to lighten the mood.
"Hey, I'm sorry I brought you here after you said not to-" Jack raised a hand to silence her. "No, don't apologize. You helped me. Thank you." The two smiled at each other.
"I never got your name", Jack said.
"Kim. Kim Crawford." He nodded and focused his attention elsewhere. They sat in silence.
The silence was broken when a voice outside the door was heard. "Where is he! I need to knock some sense into this reckless ass!" The door busted open and revealed a furious looking Rudy, wearing pajamas.
He pointed to Kim and with a stern expression on his face, pointed his thumb to the door. "You. Out. Now. " Kim stood up, not wanting to upset him any further. But Jack protested.
"Rudy, calm down. You don't have to be rude. You're mad at me, not her."
Rudy glared. "You have no business to be calling anyone rude."
Before he could go on, Kim spoke. "No its fine. I have to go anyway, Grace is probably freaking out. I will just get a cab. Bye Jack." Kim exited the room.
As she made her way to the exit, Kim pulled out her phone. She saw that she had 15 missed calls, 10 voicemails, and 10 texts all from Grace. Kim sighed.
Its time to get home and face the music.
A/N: Now, I know that this was really uneventful and boring but it was just a filler chapter for 2 reasons.
1) I haven't updated this story in a while and wanted to give you guys a chapter, no matter how horrible.
2) It is just to cover the events leading up to the real stuff. I didn't want to jump from one thing to another and leave you guys confused.
The next chapter might not have much either. I have a lot of building up to do before things get real.
Even though it wasn't much I hope you guys liked it!
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