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FORTY-THREE
Oakley
Ifeel like I've beenhit by an eighteen-wheeler multiple times as I try to open my eyes. I'm being rolled down a bright hallway, and the scent of disinfectant immediately tells me that I'm in the hospital. I think back to try and figure out why I would be here, but my head throbs too much.
“The medication should kick in soon, Mr. Harris,” an unfamiliar voice of a woman reaches my ears, “You had a nasty fall, so your body is going to be hurting for a while.”
“What happened?” my throat feels like sandpaper as I try to get the words out.
“You don't remember?” We stop moving, and the face of an older, concerned woman appears over me.
“My head hurts to think right now.” I'm annoyed that this woman keeps making me talk when it hurts like hell to do so.
“Oh, that's understandable,” we start moving again, “There was a fire, and you used a rope to climb from the window, but the rope broke, and you fell two stories. It's a miracle that you didn't break anything, but you do have a concussion and a nasty bump on the head.”
“Yeah, that would do it alright,” I say dryly, as the events start coming back to me, “Is Catalina...”
“Oh, the pretty blonde?” the nurse cuts me off, “She's perfectly fine. Aside from worrying about you, that is,” she chuckles softly.
Is my Kitty Cat really worried about me? I find it hard to believe when my parents don't even worry about me. Ever since the dinner at the Scott residence, I've barely talked to my mother, and she still isn't talking to my father, but it doesn't seem to bother him. My mother would be the one to come here to see if I'm okay, but not at the expense of possibly seeing my father.
I still can't believe they were married all these years, and Mom never knew that Ashlee Scott was the Lady of Sin back in college. I don't know how often my mother had mentioned her friend Ashlee while I was growing up, but I never saw the woman. I guess I did when we were young, but I don't remember her.
Returning to the presentwhen the bed slows down again, I watch as they maneuver the rolling bed to fit it through the doorway. The older nurse and a young guy, maybe an orderly, lock the bed in place, and the woman starts moving around the room while the guy leaves.
“When can I leave?” I ask and try to sit up, but the pain that slashes through my skull tells me to lay the fuck back down.
“Dr. Logan wants to keep you overnight for observation since you have a concussion.” The nurse gives me that grandmotherly smile, “I'm Tabitha, and I'll be your nurse until the next shift comes on. Then you will have Katie overnight.”
This news is not welcome. I'd rather be in my own bed while feeling like shit, “What if I don't want to stay?”
Tabitha stops what she's doing, “Oh, well, the doctor won't sign off on your discharge papers until he feels that you are ready to go home.”
“You can't keep me here if I don't want to be here,” I scowl.
“Already harassing the staff, I see,” a familiar and welcoming voice comes from the doorway, “Stop being a dick to the nice nurse, Oak. She's only trying to help.”
“Fuck you, Jett!” I grin when I see my best friend, along with my other best friend and my Kitty Cat standing there smirking, “Come here, Kitty Cat.”
