Ain't Shady Baby, I'm Hot

69

"Hey. Good morning." I cracked my eyes open to see Sarah hovering above me.

"Wh-" the pain in my throat stopped me as I clasped my hand over the skin. Sarah's hand already held a glass of water as she carefully helped me sit up.

My skin was tight as I whimpered, the motion pulling on the sensitive wounds. My head fell backward onto the headboard as I drank the water.

"We brought you to my house. We snuck you into the guest bedroom between Wheezie and Rafe's room. No one uses it so you wouldn't be disrupted." Sarah explained as I finished the glass of water.

"How long was I out?" I croaked.

"Not long. We were going to wait for you to go to the pawn shop. Everyone is outside. Kie managed to melt the bars John B had grabbed." I nodded, carefully pulling the covers away. I glanced down to see I was in a bikini top and a pair of rolled athletic shorts.

"Oh, uh, you fit me in the bust but I had to steal a pair of Rafe's basketball shorts. Your other clothes are in the dryer. Except for your shirt. Roy had to cut it." Great.

"Thank you, Sarah." I cut in to keep her from rambling more. My eyes moving from the tan wrap to the blonde. "Do you think my clothes will be done in five minutes?"

"I just was retumbling them. I'll help you to the bathroom then go grab them. I'll also let everyone know you'll be out soon." Sarah moved to the other side of the bed and helped me stand up. My torso protesting as I pushed upwards.

Sarah and I waited to give myself a chance to catch my breath. The two of us slowly crossing the floor until we reached a Jack and Jill style bath.

"The shower is shared with Wheezie's bathroom. But she's at a friend's house so you're free to use it without interruption." I hummed taking in the small but capable bathroom with a large sink and toilet.

"I'll just freshen up then we can go. If you'll bring me my clothes I'll get dressed. Also, if you had a loose button up I could wear that would be wonderful."

"Yeah, I'll be back in five. Toothbrush, paste, deodorant and other stuff are in that cabinet by the mirror. All of them are extras we have for guests to use." Sarah gave me a quick smile before she turned and raced off. Leaving me in the bathroom with my thoughts.

"You look like shit." I gave myself a once over in the mirror. My face was paler. My eyes sunken in. I wonder if it was like that yesterday too. But it was even worse now. My hair was a mess even though it stayed in its braid, I'd have to ask Kie to help throw it up into a bun.

My waist was wrapped in tan bandage, but I could feel the stitches as I moved around. The skin I could see sketched a nasty bruise from the site of the buckshot pellets to just shy of my boob and hip. Webs of yellow and purple strung along the pink skin trying to heal.

I'm surprised my body hasn't vetoed me yet.

I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and layered myself in brand new deodorant. Sarah had dropped off the clothes on the counter before running down to tell the Pogues my status. She'd be up in a little bit to help me down most likely, but I had a few minutes to myself.

I carefully used the toilet, thankful for whoever had the foresight to set a handrail next to it allowing me to stand and sit at my own ability.

My cargo pants were easy to pull up over my waist as I stood from the toilet seat. My feet carefully reaching the sink while I washed up then grabbed my sports bra and frowned.

I slowly rose my arms up. A delighted smile on my face as I found it not to be as painful as breaking my ribs. Though, the stretch caused the wound to be agitated as I felt the stitches go taunt.

I carefully slid my right arm inside the bra then lowered it to slip my left through. My side coming to life as it physically cussed at me. A grunt slipping from my lips as I finally worked my way into the bra. My pride the only reason I didn't quit and just stick with Sarah's bikini top.

I wasn't even going to ask how that transpired because truthfully I don't want to know.

The button up was perfect. It was a plain light grey almost blue and the sleeves were rolled to cuff around my wrists. It was loose everywhere keeping me from feeling like I was trapped in clothing. I was shocked that Sarah had something like this.

However, when I went to button up the top and found difficulty. I realized my mistake.

My eyes drifted upward as I looked at the shirt that dwarfed my frame. I wasn't sure what to think as Sarah came knocking on the door asking if I was okay.

"I'll be out in a minute." I called as my gaze never left my frame. "Motherfucker." I whispered as I begrudgingly worked the buttons that were on the right.

Grabbing the shorts and bikini top I opened the door to see Sarah making the bed. An amused snort left me as she jumped at the sudden intrusion.

"I'll just throw those in my laundry basket. Then we can go." She grabbed the clothes and started walking out. Her actions spazzy and almost nervous.

"Sarah." The blonde turned and I sent her a dazzling smile. "Thank you. I know it's weird that I'm not just Wheezie's tutor anymore but B has taken a liking to you and I'm more than happy for you both." I walked up to her but stopped as to not crowd her, "Whether you like it or not, you're becoming part of this group."

Her nervous energy bubbles into happiness as she jumped at me. Her hands around my shoulders as I grunted catching her and myself to keep us from falling.

"Ow." I groaned as I gave her a small squeeze before letting her go.

"Sorry."

"It's fine. I'll get dogged piled in a few minutes."

She laughed and I felt better. I wanted to break that barrier of awkwardness surrounding us. If her and John B got serious, I couldn't see them not hanging together almost 24/7. He's like a dog. Not JJ golden retriever but definitely a dog all the same.