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Fourteen

"Hey, hey. It's okay, Billie." Patrick said gently, placing his hand on the back of Billie's head and kissing her forehead.

But Billie wasn't crying.

She wasn't even reacting.

I literally don't even think she was listening.

I think, if anything, she was just confused.

Confused and high.

Confused, high, and fucking stunning.

Patrick's gaze was so stern and deadpanned, I'm pretty sure he burned a hole in Fiona's tiny little face due to how hard he was staring. It was very obvious that he cared about his daughter. If someone's dad looked at me the way Patrick is staring down the nurse, I'm pretty sure I'd shit myself on the spot.

"Can she recover?" He asked wearily.

Luckily, Fiona nodded. "We have a specialist coming in to teach you how to use wheelchairs, Billie."

This wasn't a good time to choose conversation. Billie was like a little kid, her attention span was about 5 seconds.

"She's not listening because she's on withdrawal medication." Fiona tutted at Maggie. "The surgeons who worked with her are being questioned, I think. Would Billie like to go through with the chair practice now or tomorrow?"

I felt Billie's eyes looking at me from the bed, completely ignoring Fiona's statement.

"Isn't she pretty?"

"Billie—"

"So beautiful." She mumbled. "So, so beautiful."

"Bils, she's talking to you." I said, nodding over towards the doctor, trying to get the green haired girl to pay attention.

"Yeah yeah, I'm not gonna be able to walk again blah blah. Can I just have a moment with Alex alone now please? Can we do this shit later?"

I saw Maggie try and contain a smile, nudging Patrick to indicate she wanted space, before making her way out of the room like yesterday, a still suspicious Patrick following behind her.

That would leave me and Billie.

Billie and me.

Alone.

Alone with her.

Again.

Fiona cocked a brow up and smiled uncomfortably, soon sighing at Billie. "You are unlike any other patient I have had, Billie."

"Yeah, I'm me. All the other boring ass hoes you've had ain't me. And me wants to talk to Alex alone right now." She snorted, before quickly adding a, "Please?"

Maggie and Patrick had now migrated, and it was just Fiona. Her arms still occupied with her blue clipboard that covered her entire chest as she was so small. I could sense tension in the air as Fiona wanted to get her point across to the green haired girl, but she sourly gave up as seconds went by and Billie grew more impatient.

I had noticed that any time Fiona tried to talk to any one of the O'connell family, her shoulders would tense and her brows would furrow as if she wanted to yell at them.

It made me kind of uncomfortable. There was clear rivalry between her and the family.

Soon enough, she turned on her heels and stormed out, but she did it subtly.

"Come here, ma." I heard a soft voice call.

I made my way over to her, her eyes piercing right through me, as if I was glass.