Crash Into Me (Into Me Series Book One)

Chapter Thirty Eight - If I'm There

"I'm tired of being in this stupid fucking bed. I want to go home," Jackson grumbles, adjusting his position in the hospital bed. The mattress beneath us fills and deflates some of its air, molding to Jackson's new position. "I want a bed that doesn't move on its own. And, yes, Jet, I know it's to prevent bed sores, but good Christ!"
"I know, I hear you," I empathize, adjusting my own legs on the bottom half of the hospital bed that I have commandeered as my own as it deflates and reinflates below me. My sides ache, both my incision and my broken rib on the other side, but I push it off. I put down a yellow 5 card on top of the pile. "UNO!"
Jackson smirks, "That's where you're wrong, mon ange." He pulls a card from his hand, setting it on top while making an explosion sound with his mouth. A fucking draw 4 wild card. "Green."
"You mother fucker..." I mutter, grinding my teeth.
"You're gonna hate this," Theo mumbles, putting another draw 4 wild card on top. "Blue," he muses, sitting back in his chair that he pulled up next to Jackson.
"Dude!" I exclaim.
"So sorry to do this to you, you know I love you, but..." Riley drags, scooting forward on his chair to reach the pile on the table across the bed, dropping another draw 4 wild card on top of the pile, "... red."

I gasp, staring at my fate in front of me. "You know, you guys are real dicks," I grunt, picking up twelve fucking cards, of which seven are green because fuck me that's why. "Riley you shuffle like ass."
"Oh sure, Riley's shuffling is the problem here," Theo says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"What exactly are you implying here?" I wonder, cocking my eyebrow at him.
"Dude... quit while you're ahead," Jackson warns him, shaking his head as he focuses on the cards in his hands. He puts down another red card.
"I hear you, I've been on the receiving end of Jet's rage a few times myself," Theo nods, smiling painfully as he rubs his jaw where the bruise has since healed from decking him across the face for being a dick. He puts down a red 2 card.
"Well, maybe if you weren't a raging hemorrhoid on a dirty asshole I would have been nicer to you," I snip at him as I rearrange the cards in my hands by color and number.
"A hemorrhoid? Really?" Theo asks, looking desperate.
"Did I fucking stutter?" I ask.

"She called me a Kentucky fried fuck once," Jackson pipes in.
"Stop complaining, you were railing me when I called you that," I quip, narrowing my eyes at him.
"Ahhhhh! Details I did not need to know! Gross!" Riley yells, making a fake vomiting sound as he covers his ears.
"Oh grow up, Riley," I groan, rolling my eyes.
"You know you love me," he responds, batting his eyelashes at me.
"Yeah, I do," I laugh, shaking my head at him.
"You're gonna love me more after this," he says, wiggling his eyebrows at me as he puts down a red 0 card. I gasp as a smile grows over my face while Jackson groans loudly.
"Damn it, Riley! You fucker!" Jackson grumbles as we all pass our hands in the direction of play, meaning Jackson gets all 800 of my cards while Riley hands me his 3 cards.

"Do you regret fucking me over now?" I ask Jackson as his face becomes angry looking at all of the cards.
"Riley, you do shuffle like ass," Jackson grunts.
"Oh sure, Riley's shuffling is the problem here," I tease, copying Theo. Jackson flips me off, sticking his tongue out at me. "Awe, I love you too babe!" I put down a red 4 card.
"No, Riley's shuffling is definitely the problem because I have this many fucking cards and not a single one of them is red!" Jackson rants as he picks up a card. And then another. And then another. And then another. I'm trying my hardest not to laugh in his face, but a snicker here and there is escaping. He finally gets one he can use, a wild card, slapping it down on the pile in frustration. "Fucking green!"
Theo puts down a wild card, "Yellow."
"Bullshit! I call bullshit!" Jackson demands. Theo laughs as he shows Jackson his hand, which proves he didn't have any other playable cards. "Fuck!!!" Jackson adds six more cards to his hand.

Riley puts down a yellow draw 2 card. I put down a red draw two card. "UNO!" I yell again. Jackson puts a green draw 2 card down. Theo puts down a blue draw 2 card.
"Oh man..." Riley whines as he picks up eight cards.
"Well, gentlemen," I start, a smile growing as I place my last card down, a blue 3, "you may bow to your queen yet again."
"Man, fuck this game," Jackson mumbles, tossing his hand of cards onto the table we pulled over his hospital bed as he leans back into his bed and crosses his arms against his chest. Theo laughs as he gathers all of the cards and starts shuffling them.
"Did you know that there are over 500+ known variations of how to play UNO, both official and unofficial?" Riley beams.
"Only you would know a fun fact about UNO," Jackson scoffs.
"Hey, be nice to the kid. They can be really interesting sometimes," I defend, patting Riley's shoulder.
"Did you know that the average jar of peanut butter has at least 10 rodent hairs in it, averaging at about 1 rodent hair per 100 grams," Riley says. I stop patting him abruptly, my mouth flattening into a line. We all groan in response.
"How am I supposed to defend you when you do shit like that, man?" I ask him, shaking my head.
"I thought it was cool..." Riley pouts.
"You think it's cool to know about how many rat hairs we ingest???" Theo clarifies, cocking his eyebrow. I'm about to make fun of him when a knock at the door cuts us off.