A losing plan

Chapter 14

You limped down the hallway, uncaring if you weren't even supposed to have left your room.

"Are you sure about this?" Denzel questioned at your side, his strides slower to accommodate you.

You were grateful that he had come for you when you had asked him to.

"Yes," you panted as you two turned the corner.

You were done with this!

You nearly tripped and fell if not for Denzel's fast reaction.

"You need to take a breather," he warned.

"I don't care," you hissed, your narrowed eyes boring into Denzel's concerned ones.

"[Name]," Denzel warned, but you didn't want to hear it. You shook your head and straightened enough so you could continue walking.

"I just want to go, Denzel," you pleaded with him.

"What the hell even happened?" he implored.

"I'll tell you in the car."

"You said that already."

"And I'll keep saying it until we're in the freaking car!"

You just barely refrained from shouting. It wouldn't do to shout in a hospital - not even so close to the completely empty reception hall.

"As long as your explanation will be thorough," Denzel grumbled irritably.

"I'll even throw in a description of the flying blood and spit for you," you mocked.

Denzel shot you a glare, obviously not appreciating your humor at the moment. Then again, you doubted you would either - with you looking as banged up as you were.

"I'm over there," Denzel muttered as he led the way towards his small truck.

You bit your lip to keep yourself from crying out in pain as you climbed into the thing. Denzel helped, but even then it still required too much from your bruised ribs and aching leg.

"We're in the car," Denzel stated with a dark glare.

He closed the driver's door and started the truck. You would've laughed if it wouldn't hurt so much, so you quickly aborted the reaction.

"Drive," you ordered him with a shaking hand.

Perhaps it had been stupid to refuse any pain medication?

"Just start talking already. I feel like I'm springing you out of jail or something," the man muttered as he exited the parking lot.

The traffic was light. Most people were still in their beds at this time of the night.

"You were right," you whispered miserably. Denzel glanced your way, but you didn't elaborate on the topic. "I hate it when you're right," you grumbled.

"About what part was I right?"

"This being a stupid idea, me being a fool - take your pick."

"That bad?"

"Worse. I ..." You closed your eyes against the memory. "I fell in love with him all over again," you moaned, your pain and sorrow making you sound pathetic.

"With the lad?"

You nodded your head. Denzel grunted, though he didn't offer any of his thoughts just yet.

"He made me want so m-much."

Your voice was breaking and you took a moment to collect yourself.