a sister who's actions are untamed,
and a brother who's feelings are untamed.
With complete different personalities, yet an awesome bond, the siblings join a summer camp. She plans to fix her problems, he plans to make friends.
But while she's able...
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At first, especially when Lyndon visited, I had high beliefs I'd recover just fine, in about a day.
But no, not really.
I feel sick. I feel like I need to throw up every minute of the day. I feel like something is still about to happen. How many times did Austin suddenly show up just when we were about to be safe?
The dealer, who appears to be named Marcus, is no longer even the problem. He's dead. He was crazy. But Austin was crazier, in some way.
"Ready to take a shower?" The nurse shakes me out of my thoughts. I'm glad she does. And she's also pretty sweet.
"Not really," I say quietly. "I don't think I'm, like... capable of it. Physically. But I really want to feel cleaner."
Most of my pain radiates from my head. It's a fierce throbbing that blurs my vision now and then. My body aches, too. I feel every little bruise from all the times I've fallen. From being pressed against the wall, choked. Little cuts from running through the cornfields. I don't even know what some bruises came from— they're just there and they hurt.
My skin feels raw and tender yet dirty. Heat pulses through my body, while chills run through my bones. Hunger's gnawing at my insides. It's a hollow feeling that's twisting tighter by the time.
"I can help you," she suggests.
I look up at her. I think my face says enough.
"Or someone else. Who would you be comfortable with?"
Lyndon, Minho, Jennifer, Dad, and somewhere, Amina.
"Minho," I say. Then I remember she obviously has no idea who he is. "Eh, the... the..." The really beautiful and amazing one. "...just call his name. He'll know and he won't mind."
She smiles at me. "Got it."
This will actually be the first time I'm seeing Minho in this bed. Besides the fact the nurse already didn't want me to see a lot of people and be overwhelmed, my head started hurting. So badly that I just couldn't handle more visits.
I need every visit to go amazing. To make me feel better. To reassure the other. Not some messy thing in which they're sitting beside my bed as I try to get over my concussion.
A minute later, the door opens and Minho reveals himself. He doesn't look much different, though he seems a bit tired and is in the need of a haircut. But that second thing is literally the least thing I feel like worrying about right now.
