How you get the girl

Chapter 38

Rep's perspective; 

I woke up to a sharp pain in my stomach, confused for a moment before memories of last night came back slowly. I yawned, jaw aching from what I guessed were bruises as I inspected the damage that I could see. 

Debut walked over tentatively, looking scared. 

"Hi Rep," She said. "How do you feel?"

"Sore as fuck," I groaned, closing my eyes again. "Do we have painkillers here?" 

"I don't think so," She said worriedly. "1989 had to leave, but she texted me what to do, and I'm going to try and do that," 

"You know what, I'm not even surprised he made her leave," I rolled my eyes, wincing as she removed the towel from my stomach. I returned my face to normal as soon as possible, not wanting to look weak, which I see now was a totally fair situation to be weak in, but I just couldn't bring myself to let down those walls. 

"Um, you probably need to change, your shirt has blood on it," Debut pointed out, and I cursed under my breath, that stain wasn't going to come out easily. 

"My bag is still sitting outside, all my clothes are in there," I realised. The situation seemed to be getting worse and worse by the second. 

"I have some shirts you could borrow?" She suggested timidly. 

"Nah I'm not wearing your fuckass butterly stuff," I shook my head. 

"Well you don't really have any other options," She said, looking hurt. "So i guess my 'fuckass butterfly shirts' will have to work, or you'll just have to stay in that shirt," 

"Don't think I've heard you swear before," I chuckled, stopping at pain returning in my ribs. "Fine they'll work,"

She walked over, rifling through her bag and pulling out shirt, passing it to me and helping me sit up. 

"Look away, this view is reserved for Lover," I shooed her off and she sat facing away from me as I wrangled with my t-shirt for a few minutes. Eventually I got it off, breathing heavily from the exertion before picking up the shirt and slipping in on. 

I laid back down, feeling like I could go to sleep again. My head was throbbing and my heart pounding as I closed my eyes, planning on going back to sleep for a while. 

"1989 says you need water," Debut said, pulling me out of my half awake state. "And probably food too," 

"M'not thirsty," I mumbled, placing a hand over my forehead. My hand felt so cold, it was nice. Or was my head hot? Maybe water would help. But then I would have to move. It would be easier to just stay right here, my eyelids were so heavy, what if I just went to sleep... 

I woke up what felt like a few seconds later, but was probably longer, with a wet cloth on my head and Debut sitting on the bed over. 

"You were completely out," She said earnestly. "I tried to wake you up but then I thought that you probably need sleep. It's been about an hour and a half," 

"Sorry," I muttered, grabbing the glass of water next to me and sipping it. My arm felt so heavy, it was like I was moving though peanut butter. My whole body felt hot, and I kicked off the blanket, flipping the cloth over so that it was cold again as I looked down at my stomach again. The skin was littered with cuts, with one main cut in the middle, so deep it almost looked like a stab wound. The area around it felt extra hot as I ran my hands over it. 

"Don't touch it," Debut piped up. "It might get infected. If it isn't already," 

"M'fine" I blinked, eyelids seeming to burn my eyes. I moved my legs to the floor, shakily standing up and making my way to the bathroom. 

"Where are you going?" She called 

"I need to pee do you have a problem with that?" I asked hoarsely. 

"No you just look like you're going to fall over," She pointed out. I brushed off her concerns, trying to look as normal as possible but failing when a pain stabbed through my stomach and I doubled over, swearing. "Are you sure you're okay," 

"I'm fine just shut up," I managed to go to the bathroom and get back without further incident. "Can I get s'more water?" she passed me a refilled glass and I sipped at it, scrolling through my notifications since I hadn't checked my phone in a while. 

I read through all of the texts I had gotten from Lover, deciding to call her to assure her that I was fine. Because I was fine. 

"Oh my god you're okay Reppy," She picked up the facetime after the first ring, looking relieved. 

"Hello to you too blondie," I chuckled. 

"I'm so sorry," She looked like she was going to start crying. 

"Don't be sorry at all baby, did you end up being okay last night?" 

"I was fine, don't worry about me," She waved me off, shifting positions. "you should be more worried about you, are you doing okay?" 

"I'm fine, you know me babe," I said. "I get hurt, I get over it soon enough," 

"Yeah but this is different," She said. "He tortured you babe," She added gently. 

"It's fine, he's just a bitch," I rolled my eyes. 

"No, it's not fine," She scolded. "He hurt you," 

"It's not even that bad," I countered. 

"1989 told me that you were unconscious, that's not 'not too bad', that's serious," 

"Okay let's not argue over this, I'm hurt, but I'll be okay soon, and you don't need to worry your pretty little mind about me," I said, smiling softly at her. 

"If you insist," She chuckled, blushing. 

"I love how easily I can make you blush baby, you're so cute," 

"I'm notttt" She giggled, hiding her face. 

"I love you babe, so much," 

"I love you more Reppy," 

A/N; I seem to be getting into a habit of updating twice on Sundays, don't get used to it though

Did this instead of studying but who cares