One, Two, Three

Chapter sixteen

One,

Two,

Three.

It's been three hours scenes the crash. Jack and Romeo are fine. I'm in the E.R. They had to stitch up my arm and put more blood in me. The only good thing that came out of all of this is now no one can see my scars. Which at the same time is kinda sad. I love scars. They tell a story. My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. "Hello?" Romeo says while he peaks his head in the door crack. "Hey." I say as I try to sit up. It hurts like a bitch though. Romeo comes over to me and helps me up. "You shouldn't be doing that." He says as he pulls a chair next the bed. "There are a lot of things I shouldn't do, but I do them anyway." I wink at him and hit him in the shoulder with my cut up arm. I wince. He sees I'm in pain and takes my arm and starts tracing where my scars would of been. He memorized them. When he does this it always makes me feel better. That and playing with my hair. I don't know why it does. But it does make me feel better. "Those things you said right before the car hit, did you mean it?" I ask pulling him on to the bed with me. "What are you talking about?" He asks me as he ajustas on the bed. I put my head on his shoulder. "You know what I mean. You were talking about how I'm... beautiful, kind, smart, loving, caring, funny, nerdy, weird... and perfect. Even when I'm drunk. You freaked out on Jack." I lock fingers with him. He starts to breath really hard. He does this when he gets nervous. I look at him and see how he's acting and decide to let it go. "Never mind. How's Jack doing?" I ask trying to make it less weird for him. He calms down a little and takes not as deep breaths. "He's fine. He's mostly freakish out about you." He laugh a little." He's freaking out so much they won't let him in here. He really has a thing for you." He says nudging me. I giggle and try to push myself up. "He's a sweet guys. I feel kinda bad he can't come in." I look at the door and then at my shoe. I pick up my shoe and chuck it at the door.