My True Valentine [ON HOLD]

Chapter 3 - A Deal and a Promise

Summer's P.O.V.

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"Why?!" She yelled at Dr. Patterson, holding him by his work coat. I felt bad for him, he was obviously new, and now Cassie is giving him nightmares.

No, Daniel isn't dead. But there are asking her when she thinks she should pull the cord. Tears have stained my cheeks, and I'm pretty sure Cassie and I won't be working tomorrow. Her 'cause, well, who would want to work with a little voice in thier head saying 'your husband is basically dead'? I, however, actually am friends with Daniel to a personal level - family friends. I don't want to have to sit in my office and wait.

She decided to wait six months before any action towards the situation was taken. I thought that was best too. I mean, in The Flash he was in the coma for like nine months, right? Anyways, Cassie chose that long, and now they are telling her that the need to change hospitals for his condition. Its four hours away. That means no work, no nothing, just being with your basically-dead husband.

I'm still fuming. I know Daniel didn't just 'have an accident'. Someone did this, purposefully. Oh, I feel like I'm playing one of those mystery games. Like cluedo, or that life game. But this is reality, not a book, not a game, not a movie, real life.

But yeah, either way we need to figure out how to handle this.

'Darg, darg, darg!'

Why is the alarm going off? Everybody watches the emergency entrance, the way Cassie and I came in before. The doors fling open and police and paramedics rush in someone else.

My heart stops. Blake, in all his glory, comes marching through the door, towards me. My heart flutters and butterflies form in my stomach, but I quickly dismiss them without a thought. I despise him, not crush on him like a little schoolgirl.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, pointing a finger at me angrily.

"It's a hospital Lanchester, not your house. Calm down."

"Oh right, I forgot, you're probably getting a prescription for your meds." He retorts, flashing crazy eyes at me.

"Blake!"

Blake looks over to Cassie and smiles brightly. They know each other? How?

"We're family friends." Cassie explains to me whilst I plop down on a seat. Must have said my thoughts aloud, oops.

"You did it again." Blake laughs. Damn it!

Cassie hugs Blake, holding onto him tight like nothing else could tear them apart. I hear a, "It's been so long!" and a, "You look great!". The last comment, makes me snort out loud. Yeah, Blake sure does look great. That's like saying Lizzie can cook.

Lizzie's my roommate, not a very good one, either. I remember that time she tried to make 2 minute noddles, with the stove. We have a kettle, but it 'sets off an angry aura around the flat'. Anyways, she turned on the sink to wash her hands, got out the packet of noddles and cooked them. The only problem is that she left the tap on and didn't stop it until it was too late. The kitchen was flooded, and whilst she dealt with it, she left the stove on too, making a tiny fire. That's how I had a $1000 bill in my mailbox and a Lizzie that's scared to go near the kitchen. But she cleans, pays her half and is a good friend when I need one so I'm thankful and forgave her, after she paid that bill.

"Why are you even here?" I ask, irritation seeping into my voice.

"Matthew Stevens." He replies, searching my face to see if I remember him.

"Drugs?"

"Yeah."

"Knew it. Anybody whose friends with you either,' I held up three fingers. "gets addicted to drugs, becomes alcholic, or...' I thought, pausing. "or does something really dumb, hurting everybody else."

After I said it I knew I crossed the line. Lance. Blakes head turns back to me, his face a shield of pure anger and rage. Without warning (like he would give me any) he grabs me by the throat, not enough to choke me, but hurt me.

"Don't you dare. Don't you ever dare say that. Lance was not my fault and you know nothing. Your daddy probably never cared enough to tell you to kept your mouth shut about other people's buisness, I see. Makes sense you attention seeking -."

My fist connected with his face before I knew I had control in it. Nobody talks about my father that way. He was the only friend I had as a child and has worked very hard to make me the woman I am today.

He hunched over, letting me go and holding his face in a mixture of shock, anger and pain.

A sharp pain across my face registers. He slapped me!

I cry out, holding my cheek trying not to let tears fall. I will not cry over him, of all people.

"Hey!" A nurse cries, holding me back before I had the chance to swing at Blake again. Two paramedics hold Blake back, just. Then it hit me.

"Let me go." I whispered, pulling myself out of the tugging womans' arms. I come up close to Blake's angry face, feeling his breath on my cheeks. Peppermint with lime, I think after smelling scent. Stop it! I scolded myself.

"Let's make a deal, Lanchester. You stay out of my way, I'll stay out of yours. You look at me, talk about me, talk to me, make contact with me-"

"Why would I do that?" He said smugly, making me hold back a dreamy sigh. Stop, Summer!

"Just stay away, alright? You stay out of my way, I'll.. I'll-" I can't concerntrate being this close to him.

"Let's put some money on this. Make it interesting." He interrupts.

"You are at a hospital! Stop the deals and be-" Cassie huffs, but Blake holds up a hand, affectively silencing her.

"How 'bout we put a spin on this. I stay with you, as close to you as possible, and if you don't fall for me within, I don't know, a month? You pay my morgage for a month."

"That's too cliche'." I say, trying not to stomp my feet childishly at his ignorance. "I have an apartment too. What about that?"

"Alright, make it two weeks. And I'll pay double the rent, for two months. Deal?"

He holds out a hand, silently asking me to take it.

"Deal."

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A/N

Hey! Sorry I didn't publish last week Sunday like I intended, but, it's Sunday now? My logic, everybody.

Next update will be with the next week, if I finish up all the stuff like homework etc. But until then thanks for reason guys. Now, if you excuse me I am going to spend the next few hours painting, eating chocolate mousse cake and playing The Walking Dead.

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Love you my sunflowers,

Brook