Chapter 13
Frankie quickly checked the time, it was nearing on 2PM – she had to get to see Connor, so she could see him as soon as possible, maybe it would stop everything that had happened.
She walked into the kitchen and saw most people scoffing down pizza, while Rick, Tee and Faith ate lentils.
"What's going on?"
"They stole Johnny's money and bought pizza, and he's not allowed out his room." Tee explained.
"I'm not eating stolen goods." Rick added.
"So, you's are eating lentils?" Frankie asked, receiving a nod from all three.
"Here, I have cash, why don't you lot get yourself some stuff, for me." She said, and she wrote a few ingredients on a piece of paper. "£50 should do it, just don't let the others know about it, you guys deserve it."
"Are you sure?" Faith asked.
"Positive." Frankie nodded. "I also suggest giving Gina a call, because I heard Elektra wanted to lock Johnny in the coal bunker overnight."
"She can't do that!" Tee exclaimed, being shushed by the group.
"But why this stuff, it's really expensive, isn't it?" Rick asked.
"Yeah, but that's how my mum showed me how to cook it at home, and it was her favourite, so I have to make it again. She only used really high quality stuff, she loved her cooking."
"Okay." Faith said nodding, then Frankie went to walk away. "Wait, where are you going?"
"Hospital, I think I've broken my hand." Frankie said, holding up her awfully bruised and swollen hand.
"Are you sure you can go alone?" Faith asked, after what happened this morning she didn't know whether to trust Frankie when she was going somewhere alone.
"I'll be fine, honestly, you's worry too much."
Frankie then headed to the hospital, where she first went to A&E and after a 2 hour wait, she finally got in to see a doctor and they assessed her hand, ran some x-rays and decided her hand was broken, so after her hand was bandaged up, she went to where she saw Connor the first time, when he was on the brink of death. She wondered if he'd look any different, if the colour had returned to his face, if he still looked awfully ill. Having doubts was perfectly normal, and Frankie was having a few, so she decided to walk outside for a bit, regain some composure, and check her phone, just to see if anything was happening.
3 missed calls And 1 text
A text from Blake – deleted.
A missed call from Faith.
2 from Gina… wait… Gina‽
Frankie sighed, knowing home alone had lasted as long as it could, and she rang the number hoping she wouldn't get an earful, though deciding to ring Faith instead of Gina was definitely going to be the right choice right now.
"Frankie!" Faith said with a hint of relief in her voice. "Where are you?"
"Hospital, I've just got out of A&E , I heard Gina's back, but tell her I'll be back soon."
"Okay, oh and we got your stuff and we've put it in the fridge and stuff, and we told Gina that you bought it to cook your dish, so she said she wouldn't use any of it."
"Thanks, so, I'll see you soon." Frankie lied.
"Yeah, bye." Faith chirped.
"Bye." Frankie said putting the phone down. Now here it was, the moment of truth. She walked to the ward and saw a young woman sitting at the desk of the ward.
"Hello, I'm here to see Connor Adams? I got a phone call saying he was able to get visiting hours."
"Ah, yes, he's in room 2." The woman said pointing her head towards the doors next to her. Frankie walked towards the big white doors, disinfecting her hands before she entered. She truly despised hospitals.
Frankie walked reading every number on every door until she reached the right room. She opened the door, and then shut it quietly behind her, not aware of the fact it didn't really matter for the fact Connor was unconscious in anyway. She saw an awful green seat by the bedside, and Frankie sat herself on the seat, it was uncomfortable and rather lumpy, but usually hospital chairs where.
"Long time no see buddy, how're doing?" Frankie said, knowing she wouldn't get a response, but just talking at him was better than anything right now. She put her good hand on his limp hand and sighed.
Connors frail body still had one or two wires attached to him and his oxygen mask, which was nothing compared to the amount of wires he had on him after that night. The night still haunted Frankie, and probably always would.
"You don't know how much you've scared me, but I'm glad you're okay. I don't know what I'd do without you, I mean I've been without you for a couple weeks now, and I've already done far too many stupid things." Frankie sighed, she knew she sounded impatient, but she just wanted him to wake up, and so they could start getting everything back to normal again, but she knew life wasn't that easy, maybe Connor wouldn't want to go back to Elm Tree after everything that happened.
"It's nearly 7 – Everyone'll be getting worried, but I promise I'll come back in tomorrow, I promise." Frankie said, pulling her hand away.
She wiped away a few stray tears as she left, and headed down the corridor, and smiled at the cheery receptionist as she left. Getting home wasn't that much time, as for once, her bus wasn't late, so she got home for about 7:15pm.
"Where've you been?" Gina sked as Frankie walked through the door.
"Hello to you too." Frankie replied. "And I've had my hand bandaged up, broke it."
"I'm not even going to ask how you did that." Gina sighed.
"I didn't hurt anyone." Frankie said persuasively. "I was visiting Connor too."
"So he's awake." Gina asked.
"No, but the doctors said that they think it'll be sometime this week."
"Well, I'm glad he's doing okay."
"Me too." Frankie said smiling. "Who's getting Blake's room then, since he's in Texas for as long as possible?"
"We'll see if Connor wants when he comes back." Gina said.
"If he wants to come back that is." Frankie said receiving a shocked look from Gina in reply. "I was thinking in the hospital, and we can't assume Connor will want to come back, after everything that happened."
"Well we'll just have to wait and see, won't we." Frankie smiled, walking into the lounge and saw everyone watching TV.
"Frankie, how's the hand?" Rick asked. Frankie just held up her bandaged hand in response.
"It's busted." Frankie sighed. She then turned to see Johnny wanting her attention out of the room, so she followed him.
"How was Connor? I didn't want to ask in front of everyone."
"He's okay I guess, I mean he's not conscious but he's a lot better than the last time I saw him."
"I knew you knew where he was!" They heard a high pitched voice say… Carmen? "You said he could've been dead, but you lied didn't you." Carmen said this loud enough to attract the attention of the house.
"Not really. He's lucky to be alive." Frankie snarled. "You know nothing."
"Oh really?" Carmen asked sarcastically. "I bet the whole runaway thing is an act for sympathy."
Frankie wanted to punch Carmen in the face there and then, but she really didn't want to break her other hand. She was fighting back the tears, she hated how disrespectful she was being, she could've at least had sympathy, if someone goes missing it's traumatising enough. "Well your bet's wrong."
"I bet he's just a couple streets down with you and your dirty little Goth friends."
"He tried to commit suicide!" Frankie snapped, stunning everyone into silence, even Carmen, who just looked at the floor. "Happy now?" She asked before walking back off to her bedroom. She needed her own space. Frankie regretted saying it, it was confidential; she messed up, big time.
"Who is it?" She asked with her face buried in her pillow, hearing a knock at the door.
"It's Faith." She heard a quiet voice say. Sighing, Frankie got to her feet and opened the door, knowing how awfully red and puff her eyes where.
"What?" She asked.
"I've came to talk."
"I've done more than enough talking for tonight." Frankie rolled her eyes and went and sat on her bed.
"But I have hot chocolate, with marshmallows and cream."
"Fine." Frankie said taking the cup.
"How long has he been in hospital?" Faith asked.
"Since the night he went missing." Frankie answered emotionlessly
"Why didn't you tell anyone?"
Frankie sighed in annoyance, this wasn't 20 questions. "It wasn't for me to tell, and I thought Mike would've told people, but he didn't, but I thought it would've been easier for Connor if he wanted to come back, if he wanted to tell people he could, instead of everyone treating him differently when he gets back because they know he's sensitive."
The girls continued to talk and Frankie did feel her mood elevate, she felt as if Faith was a real friend, she'd been there for her when nobody else was, she was truly grateful for everything she had done to be there for her.
Frankie was relieved, she was finally getting her life the way she wanted it.
Finally.
AN: Hope you guys like it, I would love some reviews, and maybe something I could improve on, idk the past few chapters haven't been amazing :(
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