Different Thoughts [ WEEKLYCHRIS | CHRIS COLLINS ]

Chap 33

[ Chris' POV ]

"Yeah, she texted me the address. We need to hurry, the cab is downstairs," Anna yells to me, who's on the bed in the hotel room. Anna and me woke up a couple hours ago, we ordered room service and now we're about to go to the hospital.

"Yeah, babe, I just need to finish this call," I yell back to Anna and look down at the screen. Jack called me a few minutes ago, to check up on us. He's a nosy little shit.

"Jack, make this a quick one," I groan into the phone and I hear Jack's laugh.

"You know I always do," Jack continues laughing and I scoff, "We're about to head to the hospital now." Who the hell wakes up at ten in the morning after they went clubbing the night before?

"Just make sure you get the address, dump that girl and we can go back to LA this evening. Don't mess it up now," Jack's voice booms through the phone and I raise my eyebrows, before looking at my sleepy face in the mirror.

"Dump who? And what the hell, I'm not going back to Los Angeles," I say, hoping that Anna doesn't get impatient and leaves without me.

"Dump Anna, of course! You don't remember the plan? You believing your own act now?" Jack's voice is getting more annoying by the second and I grow angrier by the second.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Are you still drunk or what?" I growl into the phone.

"Babe, we really need to go!" Anna yells through the door and I can hear that she's stomping her foot on the ground. I roll my eyes, immature five year old.

"Jack, I don't know what the hell you're talking about. I'm leaving now," I hang up before I can hear Jack's voice again and open the bathroom door.

"Is everything okay?" Anna asks, who opened the hotelroom door already.

"Yeah... It's just Jack getting on my nerves again," I sigh and grab her hand, "Let's go then."

I'll just call Jack later today, when he's sobered up and ask what he was talking about. I'm not going to dump Anna, who I just got back, and there's no way in hell I'm moving back to LA. I'm so done with this whole address bullshit. I got into the gang for the adrenaline, the kick you get when people get scared when you walk past them. Not because I wanted some mafia up in our business. I'll just tell Bernardo I'm quitting, so I can start over again.

[ Anna's POV ]

Nervous and anxious. Those are the words that describe my feeling when we step into the huge building. Chris notices my stiff posture and puts his hand on my shoulder, "It's gonna be okay, baby." I shake my head. He's so sure about that, but I'm not. I'm not sure if it's because he still needs that address, but as far as I'm concerned, my grandparents don't know anything about Bernardo or the cabin.

"Yeah... They're on floor 3, room 516A," I try to swallow the lump in my throat and take a deep breath, preparing myself. Health has always been a big deal for me. My aunt died of breath cancer and my nephew died of a heavy cerebral hemorrhage. I have a few relatives left and I don't want any more to go.

We take the elevator and my palms are sweaty when we reach room 516A. The doors open and a person stands up from a chair when we're standing in the doorway. My eyes travel from the hospital beds to mom walking towards me with her arms wide open. Chris lets go of my hand and grabs my handbag from my hand.

"Aw, sweetie," mom murmurs into my hair when she embraces me. She pulls back and wipes away a tears that was rolling down. I didn't even notice I was crying. I turned in such an emotional person in the last month, I hate it.