A/N- Some fluff, some relief, some intensity, some sadness—All that good stuff.
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"You two know I'm standin' right here, right?", I ask them as I stride over to Punk still feeling ever so nervous. I stand at the foot of his bed. He looks drowsy and appears to be naked. That's just the upper-body. What about the lower-body?. Mentally kicking myself I notice that his arm is in a sling, "H-how you feelin'?"
"Just fine and dandy aside from being thrown off a motorcycle, darling!", answers the male in the next bed. I giggle a bit, "You can be my nurse though…", he winks
Phil frowns and with a push of a button, a curtain separates us from the other guy.
"Now to answer your question, I feel like a fuckin' cripple…Oh wait, I am one!", he replies with anger in his tone and I don't blame him.
"I'm sorry. I should've warned you…I-I…", I turn my face to the side and try to keep unreleased tears at bay. There's no way I'm crying in front of the roommate.
"Sorry? You're the one who was the target.", I nod still not facing him, "Come here."
My feet are firmly glued to the ground, "No. I'm fine.", I lie
"Marleene, come over. You're not fucking fine; I know y…", he pauses himself, "I know you.", he whispers.
If he remembers that…HE SURE AS HELL REMEMBERS WHAT HE SAID IN THE AMBULANCE! My eyes become saucers and I suddenly wish I was still drunk. A weird little 'ding' comes from Punk's bed and seconds later the same cute Asian nurse comes over.
"Yes, Mr. Brooks?"
"Told you, call me Phil. Now, could you be a doll and get my…uh…girlfriend a little something to eat?", asks the injured man in his sweetest tone.
Little Asian nurse smiles and goes about getting me 'a little something' to eat. I look at Phil, "I don't want anything…I'm not hungry."
"If I'm hungry you sure as hell are too.", he presses a button and his bed lifts so he's in a sitting position. His eyebrows furrow and his eyes strain…he's in pain.
My instinct pulls me over to him. I fluff his pillow, "You sure you don't need anything for the pain?"
He rubs his limp arm, "I'm sure.", he looks up to me, "I'm fine.", his gaze begins to hypnotize me but I avert my eyes, "What about you? How you holding up?"
Huffing, "I'm really fucking exhausted.", he gives me a look, "And my shoulder is sore as hell…", he looks at me quizzically, "He stabbed me that's why you and Maria saw me all distressed. I was tryin' to get away from the bastard."
The cute nurse arrives with a tray filled with somewhat edible food atop a cart. Phil thanks her and she leaves taking the roommate in the process…somethin' about a scan. Punk pushes the cart to the side and sits up completely. His expression isn't a pretty one, "Let me see.", it was more of a command.
"I'm not wearing anything under this shirt.", I murmur while my cheeks heat up
"I'll avert my eyes.", he insists
"I could barely get this shirt on."
"I'll help you…look, I will annoy until you give in."
I huff but give in. I pull my arms into the shirt so Phil will just have to slip it over my head. As he lifts my shirt, I cross my arms over my chest. My eyes shut tight for the fact that he's seeing me almost completely nude and the embarrassment that I felt that my body will have a new scar soon. Bad enough my arms have scars but now my back too. I hear him gasp. He's petrified by the ugliness! Fingertips graze the still very sensitive, stitched-up skin; my weak nerves tense up and I wince a tad. Same fingertips remove as if shocked by static, "Sorry. Did I hurt you?"
"No, just that it's still a little sensitive.", I whisper
Phil runs his hand down my stitched-up wound all the way to my hip and keeps his hand there, "Who the fuck would want to harm somebody so beautiful, so perfect…someone like you?", he whispers and I doubt it's meant to be answered…well, at least not by me.
Know that feeling you get when somebody's staring at you? Well, that's what I'm feeling; Punk's beautiful eyes piercing right through me. Since I'm sitting with my to him, I can't sneak a peek through my peripheral. Next best thing, I turn around and bump right into his nose. My reflexes move my hands to my nose. Seconds later, my brain wraps itself around the fact that I'm flashing the man. Before I can even think of my next move, Phil wraps my discarded shirt around my indecently exposed chest all the while keeping his eyes on mine. Why did I ever cheat on you? Why didn't I wait? Perfect man…
My mouth dries up like the Sahara Desert, "Tha-thank you."
"No need…I haven't paid and I don't want a freebie.", WHAT?
Just a minute ago, you were calling me 'beautiful' and covering me up like a gentleman…now, it's back to being a FUCKING ASSHOLE? My face contorts into anger, "You're a fucking asshole!", my hand is ready to deliver a slap but doesn't, "Only 'cus I'm fucking shirtless and you're a CRI-PPLE!", I turn back around and throw on my shirt completely ignoring the pain coming from my right shoulder, "Asshole. Fucking jerk, just when I think you and I can be civil…" I mutter under my breath as I hop off the bed and stomp out of the room.
"BEEN AN ASSHOLE JERK SINCE 1978, SWEETHEART!", he yells after me
Nearly out the door, I turn around, "FUCK YOU!", and I proceed to stomp away
"CAN'T! YOU MIGHT BE INFECTED!", I'm too far away and all I can do to let out my anger is punch the wall nearest to me.
Punching the elevator button repeatedly, as if doing so would make it come up faster, it finally dinged open. Emptying out of, was the cute Asian nurse and the one and only…Maria! Colt also appeared.
"Marleene! I heard…are you okay?", asked Colt attentively.
My response was none. Only a cold stare to Maria. She mirrored mine. Colt waved a hand in front of us but nothing came of it. Maria opens her mouth and sneers, "To think I actually LIKED you. Look what you've done!", she take a step forward trying to size me up.
With a sneer of my own, "Last time I checked, I didn't call him up sayin' 'Phil, can you come save me from my crazy ex…'cus you're a fucking superhero and even though all you've done is insult me all night…I need you'. Did I?", I wait a second for her response, "No, I didn't think so! So let me be on my way; I've had enough bullshit.", with my held head up in defiance, I shuffle through her and dumbfounded Colt. I push a button on the elevator, but as its doors close I step out so my upper body is out while lower-body is in., "Colt!", he turns, "Your phone."
"What for?", he asks taking it out of his pocket
"COLT JUST GIMME THE DAMN PHONE!", I growl and he chucks it at me
Elevator comes to a halt and its doors open. Dialing a familiar number, I put the borrowed cell to my ear and wait for the designated person to pick-up.
Three fuckin' calls later, "This Wesley…who's this?"
"FUCKING SANTA MOTHERFUCKIN' CLAUS…WHO DO YOU THINK IT IS?", I yell into the phone. A random nurse stops in her tracks and stares at me with wide-eyes. Putting a hand over the phone, "WHAT YOU LOOKIN' AT?", I growl at the bitch. She scrambles off and I continue on my way to the waiting room.
"Damn…who put a needle in your ass?", asks Wesley through the phone
"I'm not in the mood for silly shit.", I tell him warningly
"Ouch. Where are you? I come out and I see ambulances and cops all over the damn place…had Dips thinkin' they were raidin'."
"The hospital."
"WHAT? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?", I hold the phone at arm's distance
"Punk and I got shanked by…uh…", I close my eyes tightly, "Noah."
"HIJO DE SU GRAN PUTA MADRE! VA VER QUE LE ESPERA…VA VER…SE LA BUSCO SE PENDEJO. CUANDO LO ENCUENTRE VA HASTA QUERER ESTAR SEIS PINCHE PIES ABAJO—"
Something about my good, ol' friend Wesley is that when he's mad…like seething, steam-comin'-out-your-ears mad…he speaks in Spanish. Right now, he's there and that terrifies me because he's goin' to be out for blood, "Wesley, please calm down—"
"QUE ME CALME? QUE ME CALME? NO ME VOY A CALMAR HASTA QUE ESE PERRO ESTE MUERTO!"
"Please…", I beg him, "Can you just …come here? I need a shoulder to cry on.", I push the double-doors open and walk over to the waiting room chairs and plop myself on the closest one. Tears well-up and my lips tremble. So fucking done with this drama…I SHOULD BE HAPPY IT'S MOTHERFUCKIN' CHRISTMAS!
I hear Wesley sigh, "FINE…fine. Gimme a few. You need anything?"
"You to be here, some weed, some alcohol, and a blankie."
"I'll be ASAP. Uh…it's a hospital, doll: weed, and alcohol are no-nos'. I guess I'll just stop by the gift store…you in E.R waiting room?"
"THE ALCOHOL IS A MUST!", I whine, "And yeah I'm in here. Bring me some shoes too, please." I pull my knees up and hug myself
"Alright, see ya'.", he clicks and I'm left to my overloaded mind and myself.
Time ticks by and Wesley walks through the doors with a FinishLine bag and a bag containing a Batman blanket. I scatter and jump into his arms, crying on the way. For a minute, safety comes in the form of my boss, my friend, my brother. He drops his purchases and rubs my back and soothes me as best as he can. Minutes pass by and when I let go of him, everyone looks at us with a smile.
"Here, I got you some Air Jordan's and this Batman blanket…Merry early Christmas to you.", he says trying to make me smile
I open up the shoebox and a tiny smile comes across my face, "Thanks.", I put them on and tie them. The blanket makes me full out smile, "You're the best.", jump up and hug him, "Where's the liquor?"
"Ciroc's in the car.", he whispers
"Let's go, the pain is coming back…physical and emotional.", unzipping the bag that contains my new blanket, I wrap myself in it and walk out into the frosty morning.
"So yeah, now I'm here with you trying to wash all of that bullshit with this, here, drink.", I mumble drunkenly to a still-sober Wes. We've been huddled in his car for the past…I don't know…time escaped me as soon as I started feeling the buzz
"How's Punk doin'? Maria and Colt are with him?"
The rain of questions upset my mind, "Chi-iiiill…", I put a lazy finger to my lips, "He's fine…CRIPPLED but fine. Yeah, that bitch and Scotty are with him."
" nerve of that son-of a-bitch, Noah…", he says shaking his head
Removing the Ciroc bottle from my mouth, "Don't blame his mom…she's nice.", I giggle, "Unlike MI-IIIINE...that bitch…that bitch…", I can't even get through the sentence because fresh tears threaten to ruin my liquor-induced happiness.
Wesley opens his trap as if to add something but stops himself and just gives me a sad smile, "You don't need'er, doll."
"I know…I'm fine. BEEN fine without the bitch…I just wish she'd taught me…how to be an independent woman…not a fucked-up, literally, whore.", I down another gulp of the bottle, "Y'know? Maybe, just maybe, I deserve this shit...because I cheated.", off to my side Wesley sighs, "Don't…Phil was sucha good guy…STILL IS...He didn't look at my tits, hell!...and I couldn't keep my vagina covered.", things made so much logical sense in my drunken mind. I laugh at that, "He said he loved me, Wes…", I lean over to him, "He did…and then he remembered that I'm a hoe-bag…and forgot he loved me.", Wesley wipes my tears, "Because hoes like me…they don't deserve men like Phil…no, they don' deserve gentlemen…MARIA on the contrary…", Wesley just keeps on wiping away my tears.
Leaning back into my seat, I wrap myself tighter into my blanket. I don't want to be sad…it's Christmas fuckin' Eve…I gulp down more of my alcoholic beverage. You make me happy, Ciroc…yes, you do. I down more and more; I embrace the bliss and jolly holiday spirit my friend, Ciroc, brings me.