𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐈
It was bad enough working in a bakery with karens, but being an assistant is probably worse.
Working at Cyber Tech is like highschool all over again. Gossiping girls who point and laugh. I just have to navigate my way through the waters o...
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Beeping.
All I hear is beeping.
Opening my eyes, I look around, confused. There's white everywhere, and the room looks modern. But I also recognize it as a hospital room.
What am I doing in the hospital?
I look beside me, Naomi sleeping with her head on her arms, our hands intertwined. Shit. I must've scared her.
I separate our hands, brushing her hair out of her face and behind her ear. She stirs before she wakes, sitting up straight at the sight of me. "You're awake."
"Did I scare you?" I immediately ask, face scrunched in worry.
"A little, but I'll live. Not the worst thing I've endured." She shrugs as if it's nothing new. And it shouldn't.
"Naomi—"
"No. I know what you're going to say,"
"You didn't even let me finish."
"Because I know what you're going to say." She retorts. "It's not your fault for everything that's happened. And, while it's odd how much has happened to me, none of it was your fault."
"Naomi, if I hadn't—"
She shakes her head. "Nope."
"Would you—"
"No." She continues shaking her head.
"If you would—"
"Nuh uh."
I grab her hands, pulling her to me. "Will you let me talk?" I look at her through my eyelashes, trying to get her to stop interrupting me. She nods slowly. "Thank you."
She leans back, clearing her throat. "I-I'll go get the doctor."
Before she can go too far, I call after her. "What happened to Kylie?"
She freezes. Then, "She's dead." She turns to look at me. "I killed her."
"Naomi, I know that's not true." I counter.
She doesn't look at me, her gaze cast downward. "She tackled me over the railing, but I caught myself. She clung to me, I kicked her, she fell. Landed on a crate. She was impaled by the wood."
"It wasn't your fault."
"I could've at least saved her from dying."
"Naomi, look at me." She doesn't. "Naomi." This time, she looks up. "What happened to Kylie isn't your fault. She was trying to kill you. As bad as it sounds, it's good that she's dead. Because you're safe."
"And what about you?" She quips back. "You almost died, Rhys." My brows furrow. Died? "The doctors were lucky enough to even stop the bleeding. I already lost my dad. If I—" She pauses, then picks back up again. "If I lost you, I don't think I'd be able to survive." She slides her fingers over her ring finger, but she stops, looking at the back of her hand, then sighs. "I'm going to get the doctor."
