Chapter 23 Bad News

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(Georgia)

"Are you sure you don't want to go with the other guys," I asked Ronnie as we got back to the hotel.

"Yes I'm sure. I don't want to drink, so I would rather keep you company."

I was glad Ronnie was going to chill with me. Tonight was going to be awesome. Ronnie was headed back to his room to change and shower. I was going to do the same. Then Ronnie was going to come back to my room and we are going to have a movie night.

I got to my room and unlocked the door. I made my way to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Unfortunately for anyone with psoriasis, shaving your legs can be proven to be quite difficult. The razor catches on all of the dry spots and you end up cutting your legs up. I got out of the shower and texted Ronnie, asking if he would bring over a box of band aids. For a temporary band aid, I used tiny pieces of toilet paper. Then I carefully changed into my Captain America tank top and capri length leggings. I braided my hair back and connected my laptop to the TV.

I heard a knock on the door. "Come in!"

"Thanks, ready for one of the best movie marathons ever," Ronnie asked in a high pitched girly voice.

"Yeah lets do this," i laughed.

He came over to the bed and dropped all types of candy that he had gotten. He handed me a few packs of Jelly bellies. He knows me so well! I grabbed my laptop and turned on my Netflix account.

"Ok what are you in the mood for Ronnie," I asked.

"I don't care, you can choose."

"Ok then, I hope your ready for a Shrek Marathon."

"Oh also here are your band aids," he handed me a box of them. "If you don't mind why do you need them?"

"Oh you haven't noticed my arms," I asked and began to rub them.

"No,whats wrong with your arms?"

I pulled up my sleeves and his eyes went to the red patches that cover my arms. For a brief moment he looks shocked, but it quickly faded.

"So your not freaked out," I asked out of shock.

"Nope, it doesn't define you as a person. I judge character not appearance," he replies nonchalantly.

"Ok thanks."

I open the box and bandage my legs. Then I take out my bag of medicated syringes. His face goes from calm to panicked and confused.

"Ok what's with the syringes? I didn't know you do drugs! Why are you doing drugs?! Don't go down that dark road, I know fro..."

"Well it's medication for my psoriasis, so I may need a little help injecting my back," I quickly say before he totally freaks out.

"Ok. I can help with that," he says.

I move up my tank top and Ronnie helps me. I explain to him how and where to give the injections. He takes one of my hands in his while the other hands injects me with my meds. I can't help but tear up. He talks to me and tries to calm me down. So he asks me questions about myself.

"Ok Georgia, what's your favorite color," Ronnie asks as a needle pierces my side.

"I'm a pretty big fan of the color purple. What about you?"

With a chuckle he replies, "I enjoy black, if you couldn't tell. Do you have any pets," he asks as I get another injection in my shoulder.

"I have a rabbit named Twixx and a cat named Skittles, and I already know you have a pit bull named Charlie."

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