“Open up!” Jaime sang while shoving a spoonful of applesauce in my face.


“I said no,” I grumbled, wrinkling up my face in distaste.

“You’ve got to eat something Nix,” Mike pouted.

I turned away without an ounce guilt, crossing my arms childishly.

“She doesn’t like applesauce guys,” Vic laughed, walking through my hospital room door with his hands full of bags. He kicked the door closed and sat the bags on the floor.

He was wearing a simple Ramones top, black skinnies and white vans. He had left an hour ago to freshen up and pick up a few necessities. Vic made the mistake of thoughtlessly leaving me in the care of Jaime and Mike. It was like some sick punishment that consisted of unnecessary
babying.

‘About time he saved us from these hellish caretakers.’

“I got that cherry blossom soap you love so much, a few changes of cloths- don’t shoot me if some of it doesn’t match, I’m a guy- I picked up a bit of money for you to keep with you just in case and I brought your Naruto mangas.” He informed, emptying all the bags.

“And because I know the hospital food is shit,” he sighed with a smile, “I got McDonalds.”

“Double quarter pounder?” I asked timidly.

“With cheese, large fry and strawberry shake,” He smiled.
I let out a content breathe. He knew me a little too well. I hadn’t realized just how much he knew about me till I had to depend on them since I’m locked away in this hospital.

“Why’d you leave me with them?” I cried dramatically. Jaime held his chest in mock offense and Mike scoffed.

Vic took his usual seat at my side and brushed some hair from my face.

“I didn’t think it’d go as far as force-feeding.” He joked, smirking at Jaime and his spoon full of shit. Vic’s face the scrunched in confusion, “Why are you sitting up? You should be resting.”
I looked up at the spotted ceiling, “Ugh!” I slipped back under the covers and carelessly plopped my head on the pillow grudgingly.

“Stop being such a drama queen,” Mike mocked, wagging his finger.

“To be frank, I cut my arm- not jumped off a building.”

“You lost a lot of blood Nix. If you don’t take it easy and let the transfusion and stuff do their job you’re going to slow down your recovery,” Vic said, fixing my sheets around me and adjusting my pillows.

“Wait,” I began, “What transfusion?”

So this red stuff is someone’s blood?!

“I thought that stuff in the IV was some weird medicine..!”

I felt incredibly stupid; I should know what the hell is being put into my body! Then again…this may not be stupidity; I’m just ill-informed. You’d think they’d tell a girl that someone’s fucking blood saved their lives.

Vic pulled away and looked upset with himself. His reaction made me even more confused and curious.

“You were in pretty bad condition when I got there. The doctors said your cuts were insanely deep and you needed a blood transfusion- and more than a few stitches. We called up as many people as we could to get tested…” Vic said, still looking conflicted.

“I was frustrated with myself for not being a match but I kept looking. Mike and Jaime were some of the first to get tested but they were in the same boat as me. Miss. Riley and Zoey came, but nothing,” he continued.

Miss. Riley and Zoey had visited me several times since I’d woken up but couldn’t stay very long since Miss. Riley had the kids to take care of and Zoey usually helped. I understood though- I just wish they would’ve told me about this whole blood transfusion thing.

“Tony raced down here and got tested. He was a match so they took his blood,” he finished.
I was completely baffled upon hearing this. I don’t understand why I’m so shocked though- he wouldn’t just let me die. The gesture alone is just…extremely kind and appreciated. Then the thankful thoughts came to a halt and something was brought to my attention.

“Then why hasn’t he visited?” I asked suddenly. I was sleep close to three days, I’ve been awake for two and I’ll be here another three because of suicide watch.

“To be honest, we don’t know,” Mike sighed.

I looked away and lightly touched my stitched cuts. They still hurt pretty bad and the stitches aren’t the most attractive thing to look at but they still meant something to me.

“Maybe he’s not as forgiving.”

Vic looked at me in disapproval, “Don’t do that. Him not coming isn’t your fault. He probably just needs time is all.”

“…Is he still dating Tinley?” I whispered. I could hardly ask, my throat was closing as if it didn’t want me to say it- but I needed to know. Silence bounced off the cream colored walls and gave me my answer.

“Wow,” I scoffed.

“He’s a dick,” Jaime mumbled.

“Not entirely,” I chuckled, lifting the hand that the IV was inserted in.

Tony obviously cared or he wouldn’t have stepped in when things got violent with Tinley. He wouldn’t have answered Vic’s call for the transfusion- let alone come down here and willingly give it to me. His actions pointed to genuine care and it made it seem as if we were actually friends. The one thing that threw everything off was the fact that he was still dating the person that pushed me so close to the edge. I can’t blame everything on her because I was already unstable and broken, but she’s not entirely innocent; she definitely plays a part in why I’m sitting in this hospital. You’d think a true friend would not only recognize this but take your side and dump or ‘get rid of’ someone so troublesome. He couldn’t possibly be that concerned with my well-being since he’s dating one of my tormentors and hasn’t bothered to even spare a fucking hello since the night I attempted suicide.

There was a long pause that was eventually broken by the clasp of Vic’s hands.

“Food, anyone?”

Notes

So, yeah. I'm gonna start the 'Drama-filled recovery' arc of this story c: I'm well aware that Tony looks like a total ass but all in due-time my penguins! Comment, Rate, Vote, Subscribe and all that jazz~~

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Topic of the Day: Thoughts on Vic's cutesy behavior? :3 I damn near squealed writting most of this chapter and- yeah .-. Comment!~