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Chapter 14 & 15

Chapter 14 

(Bo)

  "Ahhhh, fuck!" I wince, trying to sit up on the hospital bed. Damn my entire body fucking hurts. Why the hell did I get myself into this mess to begin with. I'm not one to cry about being in pain, but damnit, can a bitch get some drugs to help her out here. And I have to take the world's biggest piss ever. Like I can refill all of the oceans if they ended up drying out, kind of piss. 

  I look around my hospital room to try and see if someone is in here so that they can get the doctor for me, and find a very sleepy Arla and Kenna snuggled up on the bed next to mine. I wonder how long they have been here. I am so pissed at myself for making them go through this. I have thought about what would've happened if they wouldn't have came home and saved me. I could've died. When I would be sleeping I could hear them talking sometimes. They would all be talking about the things that happened with my father and about Bran and my mother. About what I did to myself. They keep trying to ask me what I was thinking and why did I do it, but honestly, some of the things that they said I did shocked the hell out of me. Why does it shock the hell out of me you ask, well I will tell you. I guess after reading the note that my father left me about the selling of the house no doubt about it, blacked out and went ape shit crazy. I don't remember doing any of it at all. That was the last thing that I remember before waking up to find my brother reading a note to me from my mother a few days ago. 

   The doctors said that I can probably go home today, so, there's that. But the thing is I don't have a home anymore and can't afford one right now because I have to pay my tuition for school. Maybe that's why the girls are still here with me. I guess Kenna wasn't lying when ahe said that she didn't want to live with her jackass brothers. I don't care where I go, I just need to get out of here. I hate hospitals, just thinking about them makes me remember the first episode of The Walking Dead where the main character Rick wakes up in a hospital bed with dead people and zombies outside of his door. I'm not afraid of zombies or scary movies for that matter, but that doesn't mean that I am in the best shape to go all Michonne on their asses.

  "Shit, I have to pee." I say bringing me back to the present. Ok legs, we can do this! Move! I say to myself as I lift the blanket off and free my legs. Damn, the look pale and boney. I must have lost at least twenty pounds. 

  I move one leg off the bed and bring it to the floor. I then repeat it with the same one. Ok, that wasn't so bad, I add. As I bring myself to the edge of the bed my left arm gives out under my weight and I yelp as wave after wave of pure pain shoots through my arm. 

  "Fuck, ahhhhh." I say with a hiss as I stand up from the bed and cradle my arm with my other arm. I can see blood now pooling beneath the bandage that is wrapped around my arm. I can tell that it just started to bleed because the bandage on my right arm is clean and free of blood.

  "Huh, what was that? Omg, Bo! What the hell are you doing out of bed, are you okay?" I hear Arla say jumping out of bed making Kenna smack her head on the pillow waking her up. They both rush over to me.

  "I'm okay. I just got up because I have to pee and I am in pain, well more pain now, I think I popped a stitch. Can one of you get the doctor while the other helps me to the bathroom?" I ask them.

  "Of course, chica. Kenna, go get the doctors while I help her to the toilet." says Arla grabbing onto my shoulders.

  "Okay, I'll call the guys too and let them know you're awake. Love you." she says and heads out the door.

  "Okay, babe. Let's get you to the bathroom." says Arla as she stirs me in the direction of the bathroom.

  "I love you, Arla. So much. But I can get myself to the bathroom." I say to her as I stop at the bathroom door.