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Chapter Eighteen : Mystery man

                                   SIERRA.

I open my eyes and immediately squint so hard to block the light from hitting my eyes. What the hell?

I groan at the sharp pain I feel in my head and I'm taken back to the incident. An involuntary shiver passes through me when I remember the knife slicing through my skin. I look around for the first time since I woke up and I realise I'm in a white room with an IV stuck to my wrist. I'm also in a....hospital bed? Who saved me and brought me here? It can't be Denver because he was high. Maybe it was my friends but then, where are they? Immediately I ask myself that, there is a soft knock at the door before someone peeps before entering and at seeing who it is, the air whooshes out of me. It's Denver. Why aren't I shocked he's the one that saved me? He smiles at me and I smile back.

"Hey," He greets.

"Hi."

"How are you feeling?"

"Banged up and bisected," I reply. He just chuckles at my reply as he observes my thigh with a bandage around it and the headband around my head.  "How are you feeling?" I ask as I remember him being high the last time I saw him. He thinks it over probably looking for the best answer to give and he looks at me with a look I can't decipher.

"Sooo..." He starts with a wince as he walks closer and it looks like he wants to confess something. I nod for him to continue.  "I have something to confess....but please don't be mad." I give him a confused look but oblige after a few moments.

"Okay but please pass me the water first, will you?" And he nods once before standing up to pour some water from the glass jar into a glass, handing it to me. I thank him and immediately gulp half the glass and release a huge sigh of relief. Much better. My throat was feeling scratchy and dry before. I push myself upwards to sit up so I can look at Denver well as he speaks. He immediately leans forward from the chair he's been sitting in to hold my head gently with one hand as his other hand adjusts the pillow behind me. After he has fixed everything for me, I lean back after whispering a thanks.

"First things first, we wanted to call your parents but we didn't know their contacts or where they are so will you give me their contacts? They need to know you're not okay." Denver tells me and I freeze in panic.

"Uh are you okay? Should I call in the doctor?" He asks in concern and I shake my head no.  "I'm okay just....just don't call my parents. They're busy...um right now and I'll talk to them once I'm discharged." I try to come up with something to get out of this situation. Denver doesn't look convinced but when he tries to argue again, I interrupt. "Please." I plead and he sighs.  "Fine but make sure you tell them for real." He orders and I nod.

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     heyy I wanted Denver to tell his story in his POV. It would make more sense and we would get to know how he feels while explaining himself. Hope we're on the same page. Xo TalzieBoo.

NOTE: Mild violence towards the end of this chapter. Please skip if it makes you uncomfortable, thank you.
                              
                                  DENVER.

"So as I was saying, well, today is my birthday....."

I grimace and look away when I see the shock on her face.

"Wait what?!"

"Yeah, but it doesn't bring any happiness to me as you might think. In other words, I hate my birthday." I say within one breath and she looks at me with different emotions passing through her eyes at once but she doesn't say a thing.  "Say something please," I plead.