I know we weren't together but we're more than friends
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I still feel light as a frantic voice rips me out of the darkness.
"oh my fucking god, Evangeline"
Is that Grayson?
Some type of cloth is pushed against my neck, making me jump awake at the pain. I try to push his hand off of me, but he doesn't let me, shoving my hands away.
"Stop, don't touch," he says quickly. His free hand quickly pushes buttons on his phone before he holds it to his ear.
"Help, I need help. She's hurt and she's bleeding a fucking ton, please help" he rambles. Whoever he called talks for a solid few seconds.
I try to close my eyes, making his eyes shoot down to me.
"Hey, no. Keep your eyes open, you have to stay awake" he rushes. I don't listen to him.
"I don't know, there's a cut on her neck, and it's bleeding a lot, there's a puddle around her. I'm taking her to the hospital" he says quickly into the phone. My eyes snap open.
"No hospital" I struggle to say. He frowns at me, his eyebrows furrowed. He looks like he's in pain.
As much money as I make, I ain't paying those hospital bills. I'll be fine.
"What?- no. You're fucking bleeding everywhere" he tells me as if I don't know. The loudness of his voice makes me clench my eyes shut.
He speaks rapidly into the phone, but I don't seem to comprehend anything he's saying.
I lift my weak hand to my face to push his hand away, furrowing my eyebrows when I see it.
"Is this blood?" I mumble. Grayson looks down at me with concern in his expression.
"See you," he says quickly. He doesn't let them speak before hanging up the phone. He shoves it in his pocket and directs all of his attention to me. He puts his hand on my cheek to hold me still, the other holding the cloth to my neck.
Is he shirtless?
"Hey, need you to talk to me, okay? What happened?" he questions gently. I look at up him, my vision swirling. There seems to be two of him, but Ethan's not even here.
"Is the tall girl your girlfriend?" I blurt, my words slurred. He furrows his eyebrows again.
"Tall girl- what tall girl?" he asks quickly. I try to take his hand off again, but he still doesn't let me.
"Where's your shirt?" I question. His face twists in concern again as my head rolls back lightly. He's quick to hold it in place again.
"Baby, focus, please. Who did this to you?" he continues.
