Rainy Season || R.R {#1}

25. |Stitched|

We walk into the hospital lobby and walk up to the desk.

"How may I help you?" She asks.

"Well, I'm holding my right hand in a bloody washcloth. What do you think?" I hiss.

"I'll get someone to take a look at that right away." She nods, calling over a nurse.

She walks us into a room and motions for me to sit on the bed.

Dean helps me up onto the bed as the nurse writes on her paperwork.

"How did this happen?" She asks, motioning to my hand.

"I got really mad and I sort of shattered a mirror. With my fist." I shrug.

"I see. First off, I suggest not doing that again. Secondly, lets see how bad the damage is." She laughs, unwrapping my hand.

"You'll need a few stitches it seems. But don't worry, they're dissolving stitches, so they'll be gone in 3-7 days. Just be very careful." She smiles, leaving the room.

"I told you you'd need them." Dean sighs.

"I should've used my head to break the mirror.." I growl.

"Why?" He asks.

"Roman is a fucking asshole. That's what. Ever since we've gotten together officially, he's been so different towards me. And why?" I roll my eyes.

"I don't know, Rose. I really don't know. But right now, you need to remember. Less than a month, and you'll be back to kicking ass like you always have. Focus on the positives, not the negatives." He smiles.

"You know what? You're right." I nod as the doctor walks in.

After I get stitched up, the doctor suggests I take the day off and just relax since I lost a lot of blood and such.

"So, what do you say me and you chill for the night?" He asks.

"Sounds good to me." I nod.

We pull into the hotel parking lot, and I see Paige outside dancing with Alicia.

"Hey there." Alicia smiles.

"Hey Alicia. Hey Glampire." I laugh as we walk inside.

Dean helps me get situated on the couch and sits beside me.

"Shit!" I sigh.

"What?" He asks.

"I didn't clean up all that broke glass." I roll my eyes.

"How about you take a nap and I'll get that taken care of." He smiles.

"I made the mess." I say.

"And I'm gonna fix it while you get your NEEDED rest." He squints.

"Fine." I sigh, laying down on the couch.

As soon as my head hit the small pillow, I was out like a light.

"Call me when you get your shit together." "I love you, Rose." "You're fucking insane."

Roman's voice echoes throughout my mind as I sleep. How could he say that to me? He knows I'm stressed out. He's been in this situation. He should know better by now.

Whatever. At least some people don't hate me I guess.

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AYOOOO. So I know this is kind of a shorter chapter than I've been doing, but it's something right? Exactly.

So, thoughts? Should I end this story at 30 chapters and make a sequel? Or do I go longer than that and make it one story?

Also, AmbROSE is still slaying even when they aren't together. Ayeee.