Lost in the Depth

Visiting Hours

Rayna

The first thing my senses pick up is pain. An angry red pain repeatedly throbbing in my head. The throb rattles my skull, forcing my body to wake up. My eyes open too quickly and a white light floods my vision.

As it fades, I immediately try to sit up and of course fail. Laying in my reclined position, I half-consciously take in my surroundings. It's no surprise that I'm in a hospital. Scratch that, it kinda is. 

I should be dead.

That's all I know. What I'm trying to recall is the why. The image of dark blood splattered on marble tiles flashes across my eyes, along with Sara's beat up face. Riley's yells echo in my head as it all come back to me.

The ringing sound from before starts up again as my anger kick-starts inside of me.

"You look like that red guy from Inside Out."

The sudden, yet familiar voice startles me and I loosen my fists that I hadn't realised I had formed. I let out an irritated groan as I recognise the person standing over my bed.

Out of all the fucking people in this whole world, I have to wake up to Antonio fucking Monet. 

His unique grey eyes pierce into my green ones as he smirks down at me.

"Must be like looking in a mirror then." I glare at his annoyingly handsome face. 

He smirks. "Well I came to check up on your beat up ass, but since you seem well enough to be your regular bitchy self, I'm gonna go sort out more important matters now." He begins to make his way to the door. As much as I hate him, I'd rather he be here than to leave me alone with my thoughts. 

I really just don't want to think right now because I know what it'll be about.

"Oh shut up, you should see the other girl." My anger amplifies as I think of fucking Riley and Sara but I put a mask of arrogance over my face to hide it.

"Yea well I'll bet she ain't in the hospital right now." Please, she'll wish she's in a motherfucking hospital once I'm done with her. And believe me, I'm far from done.

Regretting my choice to keep his company- if you can call it that- I pick up a teddy bear lying on a table full of flowers and bow-tied boxes. I throw it at him with as much strength as I have.

Sadly, it ends up to be a very pathetic throw, landing a few inches in front of his feet, rather than at his head, which is where I was aiming.

He throws his head back and laughs. I can't help but admire his sharp jawline and just his whole sculpted body. I mentally smack myself. I must have a big ass concussion if that's what I'm thinking about right now.

"Damn Ferrari, what was that." I say nothing and roll my eyes.

"Just get out," I say, already sick of him.

Just as Antonio walks past the door, Will steps inside.

He glares at Antonio as he walks past him before turning to look at me. A look I can't quite read washes over his face. It's gone as soon as it came.

"God, Rayna," he says, his voice coming in a whisper. I hold my arms out in a motion to hug him. He walks over and obliges. Just as we embrace, Antonio's head pops back in, through the door.

A look of disappointment and something else crosses his face as he sees us. He clears his throat and scratches the back of his head as he awkwardly steps inside.

"What now?" I ask in the most irritated way I can.

I realise he was holding something behind his back. He brings out a large black box tied with a silver ribbon.