Up in Smoke

4.2

"Surprised you're still with us," the doctor joked as he took my vitals. I didn't say anything as I watched him. I was surprised I made it too. I had 4 bullet wounds. One on the left shoulder, 2 in the abdomen, and the right thigh.

Michael was kind of in the same boat as I was. He had 3 bullet wounds in similar places to mine. 2 on the abdomen and one on his right shoulder. He was further back so he didn't get it as bad. He did bleed a lot more than I did though. The doctors were surprised both of us weren't dead yet.

I could see Michael glance at me.

"How are you feeling?"

"Emotionally or physically?"

"Both."

"Emotionally, horrible. Physically, I've had period cramps worse than this." I lazily smiled. "You?"

"Emotionally, bad. Physically, as good as I can be."

"John's dead."

"I know."

"My older brother, my best friend. Fuck."

"You're gonna revenge."

"I am. I'm gonna fucking get it."

"For John."

"For John," I smirked a little.

The nurse walked into the room with a smile on her face.

"Up for visitors?"

"No, I'm really tired. Tell them they could come by tomorrow."

"I will." She sadly smiled as she left the room.

I figured it was my friends. I didn't have the energy to talk. I knew they would have a million questions about everything. I didn't want to put up with the sympathy. Maybe I'd have more energy tomorrow.

The night went by painfully slowly. Sleep was the last thing on my mind. The events of today replayed over my mind. I figured they would for the last couple of days. Or maybe even the next couple of months.

2 days later, Tommy sat with us in our room.

"I'm checking myself out. I'm going to go crazy in this place."

"Anna-"

"We both checked ourselves out when we were attacked by Sabini's men. I can do it now and you can't tell me no. You were in worse condition than me."

"You're not going to take no for an answer, are you?"

"No. Plus, I'm going to the funeral." He nodded as he leaned back in his chair.

Within the hour, I was checked out. Tommy had to help me home the entire way. It took double the time considering how much bickering was going on. I sighed in relief as I made it safely into the house. I felt like shit but the fresh air felt really nice.

Dahlia and Cecelia rushed to the front door to greet me.

"I thought you were going to die," Dahlia mumbled as tears wielded up in her eyes.

"You guys can't get rid of me that easily."

"Oh, thank god," Cecilia smiled with a sigh.

Tommy stood on the doorstep watching us. "You have an hour to get ready. I'll wait out here." Tommy put a cigarette between his lips as he walked down the steps. My friends helped me to do my room to get changed. 

John's funeral was today. I was not ready...at all. I sat on my bed as they shifted through my closet. "A dress would be better with your stitches," Cecelia assured. She laid out the black dress next to me.