Outlaw

Chapter 36

Her P.O.V

Finally.

After having wasted three hours of my life in this damn place I was out.

Well kind of, I was sitting in a wheelchair in the very front waiting for my dad to bring the car around.

I was so over this place, everyone here was absolutely horrible.

The doctor walked past my room not once, not twice, but three fucking times. Finally she decided to pop her head in and ask if I was Kennedy. And this bitch wanted to give me stitches, hell no.

Right then and there I asked for a new doctor. But of course she asked why I wanted a new one. So I gave her the truth and told her I didn't want someone who couldn't figure out a room number with a needle in my leg.

Let's just say she wasn't very happy about that, but I got my way.

Seeing my dad pull up I smiled, pushing myself out of the wheelchair. Grabbing the crutches they had told me to stay off my leg until it was healed.

Apparently that big piece of glass had down some damage. Cutting all the way down and half way around.

So a handy dandy 24 stitches later a new and more intelligent doctor later and a ton of butterfly band aides later I was all good.

I decided not to use the crutches and just hopped to the car. My dad had thankfully opened the back for me already. I slid in and put my leg up on the seat.

That was a really bad idea, the sensation was a mix between skin tearing and stitches popping was not the best sensation.

So I opted to keep my leg bent and just relax in the back seat. Looking to see the blood dried all over that seat.

"Wow daddy I did a number on the back seat didn't I" I laughed tracing my finger over the red.

"Yeah kid you did, Soon as your stitches are gone your cleaning it" He joked Ina fake stern voice.

"Well she said almost two weeks so. If you don't clean it by then, then you're just dirty" I made a face of fake disgust.

"You hush and tweet, text, pintertwister or whatever you do" He scuffed but I couldn't help but see the smile on his face.

"Do you Pinterest daddy?" I laughed hysterically at my fathers little knowledge of social media.

"Yeah that damn thing your mother used for all those damn home improvement projects" He said in a snarl.

"Yeah, like the throw pillows for your bed?" I laughed as my father hated those pillows.

"Those ugly little bastards, who uses yellow for throw pillows on a bed" He shook his head.

I had to admit, leaving the hospital I had been ungodly pissed off. But after having been in a car with my dad had brightened my mood.

Not to mention kept my mind off of the pain that occurred every time we hit even the tiniest bump.

It was times like this I hated living in the middle of nowhere. It seemed like the longest, bumpiest, most torturous ride of my life.

Finally I saw our house and the car couldn't have seemed to go fast enough.

As soon as we pulled into the driveway I popped open the door and wiggled my way out of the back. Standing up I adjusted my crutches under my arms.

Making my way to the door I realized how horribly annoying these would be for the next two weeks.

"Slow down speedy Gonzales" My dad chuckled trotting my infront of me and openings the door.

"Funny old man" I made a face before nodding a thank you and heading inside the door.

"I know I am" My father smiled walking over and kissing my head. "Now go get some rest" He smiled nodding at the stairs.

I was not looking forward to hopping up the steps, let's see if I can put it off for awhile.

"But where's mom? You know she is worried out of her mind" I asked curious as she hadn't come bolting to me and attacking me in a hug yet.

"Laurel took her out to get her mind off it, girls day" He said.

"Now go missy" He fake punished me pointing at the steps.

Damn it my attempt to procrastinate didn't work for once.

"Okay" I sighed discarding my crutches and used the stair railings to hop up the steps.

Standing on my toes I limped over to my door. Man was I sick of these stitches already.

Opening the door I saw my bed was just how I had left it this morning. Absolutely untouched as a matter of fact.

I crawled in my side secretly hoping Cole would join me soon enough.

Secretly I had missed him the the whole time we were in that hot, stuffy, hospital. All I had wanted was to be laying in bed with him just relaxing.

I had heard my father walk up the steps and past my room before hearing another door open.

I heard some muffled hellos and pleasantries before I heard what I really wanted.

"Listen I have to go into work tonight, some newbie doesn't know how to file paperwork right. Kennedy is in her room and resting, Laurel and Leta are out. Keep the house locked got it?" My dad told Cole.

"Yes sir" He responded and I could practically feel him trying to hide his smile.

"I'm gonna go now, behave" My dad said before heading back down the hall and steps.

I smiled to myself after having placed a pillow between my legs as having them touch hurt like a bitch.

Settling in under my nice cool covers I waited until I heard the door crack. Turning I saw Cole with his head peeking in.

"Hey little darlin" He smiled walking in and closing the door.

My god did I almost turn into a ball of mush. His southern charm was enough to send me flying over the edge.

"How you feeling" He asked as he made his way over to the bed sitting down.

"Brutal" I gave a smile moving over a little bit.

"I'm sorry, how bad is it" He asked curiously pointing to my leg.

"24 stitches but nothing I can't handle" I gave another soft smile.

"Now come lay down I missed you" I said nodding me for him to lay next to me.

And that's exactly what he did, he laid down and wrapped his arms right around my waist. Pulling me against his chest causing a smile to spread across my face.

"All better darlin?" He asked as he put his face in the crook between my neck and my shoulder.

I just nodded, I was all better. Because he made me forget about everything.

"Better then ever"