Sanctuary

Chapter Twenty Seven - Casualty.

Casualty noun

1). A person or thing badly affected by an event or situation.

"Sit down, Diablo!" Coach Green barked, pointing towards me. "If I have to tell you again, I'm suspending you! Go have a seat!"

She huffed, stomping over to the bench and plopping down with the rest of us that were fouled out.

Somehow we always got booted from games against Lockwood school. You wouldn't think it was possible that a bunch of seventh graders could be splurging profanity ridden insults at one another but we absolutely were.

"Fuck those preps." She snapped, snatching her water bottle from the ground and taking a long drink of it.

"Yeah, fuck them." I agreed, cracking my knuckles. One of the girls on the opposite side looked at us, turning a smirk up and dragging a thumb across her throat.

A clear sign that she wanted to fight.

It was more than apparent when the game was over and our team was walking across the parking lot, the brutal sun beating down on us, when the other girls blocked our way.

"Seemed tough on the court." One of the them snorted. "How's about now?"

I looked her from head to toe, assessing the fact that she was very big for her age along with her friends. But before I could protest anything, I heard the drop of a backpack.

Of course it was Frankie who'd released all of her things and stepped up, bumping her flat chest into one of their stomachs. "What's up then?"

I glanced from her to Sage and her cheerleading friends standing back at a good distance appearing scared.

In an instance, the girl snatched Frankie up by the collar of her jersey, her knuckle digging under her chin. I tried to make a move to stop it but I was knocked off my ass by one shot to the mouth.

"Fuck!" I gasped and my eyes shot open. My breathing was heavy as I assessed the bright white lights of the room.

"Blake, hey its alright," A hand landed on my shoulder and I found Frankie to be the source. "Try to stay awake."

I nodded the best I could and drifted my eyes to the foot of my bed where Roman and Alex stood with concern on their faces.

Rollins came in with a dark haired lady who was, presumably, a doctor.

She removed the pen clipped in her pocket and flashed the light in my eyes to which I clenched them shut.

"Open your eyes, Miss Piper." She urged. "We don't want you slipping into a coma."

Coma? My eyelids peeled back quicker than they ever had before. Despite the bright light, I still couldn't force them to shut.

"Okay, pupils seem normal." She said slowly. "That's a good sign." Tucking her pen away, she placed a hand on my forearm. "I'm going to check your neuroscans and give you an update. Perhaps one of your friends can get you something caffeinated to help you stay awake along with some food?"

"I got it." Alex raised his hand, then walked up to my bedside and kissed my forehead. "I'll be back." He turned and pecked Frankie as well then marched out along with the doctor.

The room fell quiet and I looked around, concluding that I was in a hospital. And judging by the view outside the window - definitely in LA.

Frankie sighed. "Hopefully you're awake for sure this time."