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“Where am I?” I ask.
Easton leans in and kisses my forehead. “You're in the hospital. Apparently, your dumbass went and got yourself stabbed.”
His words are accusing, but I can tell he's just trying to keep the tone light by the playful smile playing on his face. Kennedy starts to cry, and when I look over at her, she covers her mouth and shakes her head.
“When Zayn called, we thought...” She can't even finish her sentence before she starts to sob.
“Hey,” I soothe her. “It's okay. I'm okay.”
The doctor comes in, and Easton moves to the other side of the bed to hold his crying girlfriend. “Ah, Miss Donovan. How was your nap?”
Comedian, really. “What happened?”
“You came in with a pretty deep stab wound. You had gone into shock and passed out from the pain, and then we gave you some anesthesia to keep you out while we repaired the damage.”
“The damage?” I ask, alarmed. “Am I okay?”
He nods. “You got lucky. The knife missed any major organs, but you're going to be sore for a while until it heals. Are you in any pain now?”
“Yeah, it hurts.”
“Okay.” He types something into his iPad. “I'll have the nurse bring you something to make you more comfortable. And if you don't mind a little unsolicited advice, I'd suggest you rethink the places you hang around. This could have gone a lot worse.”
He turns to leave when Zayn bursts through the door. “Meelz!”
Easton lets go of Kennedy and jumps in front of him, shoving him backward. “Oh, fuck no. I don't want you anywhere fucking near her.”
Zayn narrows his eyes on him. “Easton, I love you, but if you don't get the fuck out of my way, you're going to regret it.”
“What are you going to do?” E snaps back. “Get me stabbed, too?”
“I was trying to protect her!” Zayn shouts.
The doctor watches with wide eyes as Zayn still tries to get past Easton, but he won't let him. “Should I call security?”
“No!” I answer at the same time Easton says, “Yes!” I shake my head at the doctor and turn to my brother. “E, let him through!”
“Amelia.”
I sigh. “Just let him through.”
The doctor steps out, and Easton rolls his eyes but releases Zayn and steps aside. Zayn takes a deep breath and fixes his shirt before coming over to me. He looks me up and down, inspecting the damage.
“I tried to come sooner, but the cops kept me for questioning,” he tells me. “Are you okay?”
I look up at him with only hurt and vulnerability in my eyes. “You went there to kill him, didn't you?”
“Meelz,” he whispers.
“Answer me.”
He drops his head and nods. “Yes.”
I reach out and grab his hand to pull him closer, then smack him hard upside the head. Easton and Kennedy both gasp, then chuckle, but no part of me finds this funny. Zayn winces in pain.
“You would have gone to prison!” I chastise him.
“I know.”
