Clarissa's POV
"Is she gonna' be okay?" That was Andy's voice. Why would he ask that? Who was he talking to? My questions were answered when C.C. said, "Well, she has two broken ribs and her wrist is fractured. She also hit her head. No concussion, though." Their voices sounded really distant and muffled in my ears. But as I came closer to consciousness and remembered everything that had happened last night, their voices became clearer and more focused.
"I can't believe she was actually gonna' kill herself for that son of a bitch – Oh, she's awake!" Andy said. I had opened my eyes when he had started to insult my father. What he did wasn't his fault. He was just grieving over having lost his wife. I didn't blame him nor was I mad at him. "How are you feeling, Clarissa?" Andy asked, stooping down beside the couch were I laid.
"Fine," I said. Actually, I wasn't in much pain. Someone must have given me some pain killers or something. I sat up and winced at the pain in my ribs. It wasn't major, though. Again – pain killers. Andy sat down next to me on the couch and put his arm around me. "What do you want for breakfast? Eggs? Sausage?" Andy asked. I shrugged, not really caring too much. "Whatever you're having is okay," I answered nonchalantly.
"C.C., go make breakfast," Andy said, still looking at me. "Why me?" C.C. asked indignantly. Andy stared at him and said, "Uh, because you can actually cook? Bro, use your brain. Oh, wait, I don't think you have one!" C.C. just flipped him the bird and walked into the kitchen.
"So, how are you really?" Andy asked softly. I just looked at him and shrugged. I wasn't in the mood for talking. Andy, not being smarter than the average bear, didn't take the hint. He pressed on, "You'll be safe here and well taken care of. You don't have to worry anymore, Clarissa."
I yawned. Exhaustion washed over me again and I said, "Andy, I don't feel like talking. I'm really tired," He looked at me and said softly, "Okay." Then he put his arm around me and I put my head on his shoulder. It was actually very comfortable. Soon, I dozed off with the smell eggs and sausage in my nose.
Andy's POV
It was very comfortable with Clarissa leaning on me. After a while, her breathing became softer and slower. She had fallen asleep. The smell of breakfast made my stomach growl. A few more minutes and C.C. came in the room balancing three plates. He sat on the couch on the other side of Clarissa.
"Oh, she's asleep. I guess I'll just eat her breakfast! Yay! More for me!" C.C. half whispered, half shouted. I shushed him and said, "Shhh! And you are NOT eating her food. When she wakes up she'll eat it. But you have to be quiet!" Of course, as soon as I said "be quiet", shouting erupted from the bunk room. Apparently, Ashley, Jake, and Jinx were now awake. All three of them burst out of the bunk room, screaming bloody murder.
Clarissa jerked awake. She looked disoriented for a moment, taking in all the screaming. I cut to the chase, standing up, "What the HELL is going on? Can't we have a quiet morning around here? Is that humanly possible?" Jinx, Jake, Ashley and C.C. all looked at each other for a minute and then shouted, "NO!"
I shook my head and said to Clarissa, "Sorry they woke you up." Then I turned around and laughed when I saw that she was again asleep. How is it possible for her to sleep when it was this noisy?
I turned back to the guys and said in a threatening whisper, "You all better be quiet. And I mean so quiet that I don't even know you're here, or I will slice you up into little pieces and feed you to the jackal penguins!"
And for some reason, the rest of the morning was dead silent. I have absolutely no idea why.
A/N: Sorry for the wait! I hope you enjoy this chapter! Please review.