Fat Girl In A Little Coat

Part 32

I woke up later that night, feeling so cold, very cold than normal. I wasn't at the party anymore. I don't remember much after that. Steve noticed that I was awake.

"Thank God that you are okay!" Moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

"What happened?"

"A big fight happened with Tommy and Billy and you got hurt the most out of the two of them."

"Oh yeah?" It was hard having my head up, so I put it back down. "How long do you think they might keep me here for?"

"A day or two. I'm not sure." He felt my forehead. "At least the fever went down, so you might go home sooner than you think."

I looked around. "Still no Pipi?"

"No.. I did call him, he said that he is trying his very best to come home." Steve took my hand.

Turning my head slowly... "Who else is out there?"

"Johnathan." For some dumb reason, I wanted Billy to be out there.

"Can he come in now or does he have to wait?"

"He can." Getting off the bed to get him.

Why am I not shocked that Billy isn't here? He was the one that got into the fight with Tommy. But why, it's not like Billy really actually cared about me other than wanting to be in my pants. Johnathan comes into the room with a smile on his face. "Well the doc said it's going to be a small scar on the back of your head." Johnathan sat on the chair.

"Something remembered by this dumbass party." I joked back .

"Yeah but you are alive and that is all that matters."

I nod, the doc did come in and said that I could go home tomorrow, which is wonderful. But I'm still cold. I haven't warmed up yet.. I didn't say anything because I hate hospitals, not because they aren't doing their jobs the wait is for hours, to even check out is even more hours to wait for leaving... And then you get uncomfortable beds and the beeping noises, ugh food is awful, docs and nurses are okay sometimes... Just the waiting part... It's like they are playing the waiting game. They are doing their best I know and get it... but shit man like really?

Thankfully it was night time and I got my own room, but I thought I was staying alone but Steve stayed by my side like he always does, I remember like it was yesterday, when he was talking about being a dad, going on road trips, having me tag along because I'm going to be an awesome aunt. He's acting like a father that is cute and I'm loving every minute of it.

In the morning, when I checked out, some meds great, they must think that we are drug lords. We got some breakfast on the way home. It was too early to see if Billy was home or not. I wonder if he still feels bad about what he had done. Maybe not. After eating I took my meds and went back to sleep. Waking up to a thunderstorm my room was black, I turned on my light as I thought I saw my dad standing in the window, no one was there.

I know we aren't supposed to take baths when it's a thunderstorm, but I do, they relax me. I have no clue why but they just do. My knees up to my chest as I hug myself for a little while. I felt a warm washcloth start rubbing my back. I couldn't tell if I was dreaming this or if it was real. I wasn't going to question it. Then this deep kind voice started to speak to me.

"My mom always said after a fight, a bath would always make you feel better."

"She was smart, they relaxed your muscles.."

"Yeah, for that part, I think she was right. How your head Mayflower?"

"Sore, they said that it will leave a scar on your head." I sighed as my eyes were closed. "Good thing I have a full head of hair." I chuckled.

"Did they say anything about washing your hair?"

"Just no shampoo, for about three weeks."

He filled the cup with water. "I'm sorry about the party. I should had just gotten you out and let him say all those things."

'It's okay Billy. I'm alive."

"Yeah, you must think I'm a shitty person."

"I do, but that doesn't mean over time you can't change Billy." If I opened my eyes, I know that you'll be gone.

"You think I can change?"

"Only if you want too Billy, I cannot force for you to do so."

He gently pours water over my head, one hand covering my face so no water would get in it. The water had gotten cold as I moved to the bed, Billy wasn't in the bathroom, but when I got out there he was. He looked beat up more than I did. His bottom lip busted, black eye that is healing. "Billy." I went up to him and hugged the shit out of him.

"Mayflower." He somewhat hugged me right back but not as tight as I did with him. But that's okay.

"Look what Tommy did to you."

He chuckles. "I guess we both got scars from last night."

"Who stopped the fight?"

"Kelsey did."

"You and Kelsey still a thing?"

"Nah."

I nodded as I headed right back to bed after letting go of him.