DARKSIDE, c. grimes.

xiv. spend

𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀

❝ CHAPTER FOURTEEN—
" spend " ❝

▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ WHEN BLYTHE OPENED HER EYES, SHE WAS MET WITH A BLURRY FIGURE STARING DOWN AT HER. as she blinked away the blurriness the face came more clearly into view. 

"you look like shit," dilan let out, biting into an apple. 

blythe brought a hand up to rub her face, "what time is it?" she asked. 

dilan shrugged, "I dunno, three o'clock maybe." 

blythe took a deep breath, despite her lungs feeling like they were on fire. she sat up in the hospital bed and looked around. 

she was in an empty room with only dilan, chomping on an apple, wearing a pink robe and fuzzy slippers. 

blythe tossed her feet off the bed and removed the iv from her arms, "how long was I out for?" she muttered, standing up.

"whoa, take it easy, tiger," dilan reached a hand out, "doc says you lost lots of blood." 

she shrugged it off, "I'm fine, where is everyone?" she looked around the small room. 

"well, you kinda conk out from the loss of blood," he began, "then you were put in here because of your—situation." 

dilan went quiet for a second, "you know, the bruises, the blood, the—" 

"I get it, dilan!" she shouted, her throat aching in the process.

dilan lifted his hands while smiling, "geez, peace."

blythe calmed herself, "right, sorry."

she walked for the entrance, "um, you know if carl's still here by chance?"

dilan shook his head, "nah, his scary papa didn't let him stay."

blythe kept striding into the main area of the infirmary, dilan followed close behind, "um—so I'm no medical detective, but it looks like you got the shit beaten out of you—and the fact that you're walking right now is beyond me."

"dilan, I'm fine," she gripped a hand around her torso, "seriously."

"mhm, right," he tapped her shoulder, "if you don't mind, fine, I'd appreciate it if you drove me back to my mall."

bly looked back at him with a glare, "why? there's nothing there for you."

he shrugged, "well, there is electricity and a lifetime supply of clothing for free so, you know."

"whatever—I just need to find carl."

"oh pretty cowboy," he said quietly, "can I tag along? being in this shithole kinda creeps me out."

blythe shrugged, "I don't care."

dilan smiled, opening the entrance for her, "lead the way, blythe."

she looked back at him with a glare, "bradley."

"oh, come on!" he whined, "we're practically best friends."

she scoffed, "no, we aren't."

"mm, who's that hot guy storming over here?" he asked, abruptly.

blythe looked over in alarm but relaxed to see ron.

ron brought her into his arms, hugging her tightly, "you fucking scared me bly."

"I scared myself," she laughed into his shirt.