Cw: profanity
Evan's POV
I sat up in my bed, twisting the top of my medication. It wasn't anything remarkable, only Ativan. Sometimes, I take Lexapro but, only when overwhelming events happen or when I can predict them. I grab a bottle of water from the desk next to my bed and swallow the tablet. I get up and put on some shoes.
As I walk down the stairs, I notice mom in the kitchen. "Hey, has anything happened with JD recently?" It is kind of invasive to directly ask what has happened at work as her being–well, my mom.
"I don't know, I wasn't on JD's floor yesterday."
"That's f-fine."
———- Veronica's POV (finally a change)
I stand, admiring the hallway I've spent the past week in. Colorful paintings with children's handprints, forming a heart. Staff members walking to rooms, pricey medical equipment against the walls, and signs showing directions to the restrooms.
"You may come in." A nurse announces with a small undertone of excitement.
I slowly walk towards JD. "Fuck right back at ya?" I quote from the last time I have seen JD.
"F-fuck?" His voice was strained and weak. His body was sprinkled with small stitches and bruises from the explosion that I have only now noticed.
I become relieved; fucking JD's alive. "I don't know how comas or unconscious works but, it's Veronica."
I press my body against the railing, overlooking JD. I shift my gaze to his eyes and lips. I allow my lips to come in contact with his. I feel his hand softly touch my arm. I feel like when I was at 7/11, everything is going to be fine. No murders or drama had started yet, blissful and unknowingly.
I move away from the kiss, "You remember who I am, right?"
He shakes his head, "O-of course."
"I should address who the guy that you saw earlier, hun." I faintly dry laugh.
"He's named Evan, I met him when you were being transported to the ICU. I was trying to comfort myself by thinking of when you took me to 7/11. Then, he asked me to go the 7/11. So, I went because I wanted to feel that way again."
"You took him to 7/11? Darling- actually, forget it, can I meet him?" Anger laced between each word.
"Sure, let me text him."
Veronica- "Hey, you can visit JD if you want. Maybe after school, you can come by?"
"Just sent it-" I check the time, "shit, I have to go back to school. I'll see you tomorrow if I can, okay?" I close the door before he can respond.
I'm morbidly scared how JD is going to react.
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Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I have no excuse.
Also for my post about lamb_sauce, their dead. I didn't know them very well so I didn't really grieve. michael_mell_but_pan helped me to find out they are dead.
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