I'm still stuck in this stupid hospital bed.
After the other day, I've been paranoid that Casey'll show up.
She more than likely won't, but you can never be too sure when it comes to her.
I've been frantically looking at the door when someone walks by, hoping it's not her.
I'm too scared to take a nap or go to sleep.
I haven't slept in hours.
And—I'm still pissed that my friends, besides Casey, were the only ones who showed up.
I yawn, letting my guard lower before quickly putting it back up and listening out for anyone.
My ears perk up as I hear someone's loud footsteps inching closer to my room, but they don't sound like Casey's.
Even still, I listen to them intently, focusing.
I watch closely as a woman walks through the doorway.
Once I see that it's just a regular nurse, I sigh in relief, my heart slowing down.
She comes in, grabbing something out of a drawer and placing it on a small table nearby.
It's far away, and I squint as much as I can, but I just can't quite make out what it is or even the shape.
I watch her as she walks around the room, grabbing stuff, putting stuff away, doing whatever nurses do.
"How're you today?" She asks cheerfully, but I can only give her a half-smile and a hum of an answer.
She nods as an acknowledgement, and checks different things to make sure I've been okay.
After a while, she leaves, and I'm left—once again—in my own silence; drowning in my thoughts.
I can't help but feel like I'm being dramatic.
I shake the feeling off and just look around the room, sighing contently.
I decide that, even though I'm scared to my core, I should take a nap.
My eyelids lower shut and I'm asleep in five minutes max.
—RILEY'S POINT OF VIEW—
"My mind can't get off yesterday."
I speak to Jesse, sighing as I look at him do random things over the phone.
"Like, number one, I didn't think Casey would actually show up, y'know? And number two, who does that weird stuff? Casey is so..." I let out a groan of frustration, looking back at him and waiting for his response.
"Well, man, you practically asked her to come. Texting her we were there is no better than calling and saying 'oh, hey, yeah, come see the bitch who's face you quite literally broke.'"
"Oh, shut up." I joke, shooting him my middle finger playfully. He shoots one back, and I crack a smile.
"But, either way." I say with a sigh, widening my eyes slightly before dropping them to show my distaste.
He lets out a sudden cackle, and after a pause, asks me: "Oh, hey, do you remember when she gave you a boner?"
"That was funny." He adds, and I sigh frustratedly.
"Don't you ever shut up?" I mumble, narrowing my eyes as I watch him through the screen.
"Nope."
"I can tell." I respond quickly, rolling my eyes.
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