The Kids Screaming Oliolioxenfree [Editing]

Infirmary. (Ch.28)

I woke up in utter shock at first. Everything ached. I was light headed. Dizzy. I couldn't think straight and in fact thinking hurt. Like a lot. Like a lot a lot. Every time I inhaled I could feel my ribs moving. Every exhale shook profusely. I decided to get out of the bed I was laying in. I was dizzy on my feet. That's when I grabbed on to the plastic railings, I guess you could call them, on the bed. It was a hospital bed.

My thoughts began to shake. As I looked around the room. I wouldn't have made it very far even if I wasn't dizzy because I was hooked up to an IV. I saw and, now, could hear the beeping and twitching monitors. I grabbed my IV stand and walked, shakily, out of the room.

I looked through the open patient room doors that were near my room. I saw what looked to be gunshot victims. One of which looked to be in a gang war. I shivered at the thought of being caught in the crossfire of two completely idiotic sides. Gangs are really dumb. The ones with initiations that require you to be beaten. Or maybe the sorority/fraternity gangs in which, initiation required you too lie, naked, on your back and be labeled fat, and be eaten off of.

I stopped dead in my tracks when my aimless gaze fell on a concerningly animosity filled Oli who was storming up to me. I leant against the wall for support. I flinched away as Oli got closer and closer and when he finally reached me he grabbed an unidentified body behind me and punched it profusely. I turned around to see Oliver startling Adrian with his hands around Adrian's throat, and Adrian struggling to be released from the overprotective, anger issued, and somewhat demonic boyfriend I had somehow acquired through the hurt of being thrown under the bus by someone I cared about deeply.

No matter how much Adrian hurt me I could never stand there and watch Oliver kill him. I lunged at Oliver and pulled him back. Oliver when weak by my very touch. He turned to me with a sorrowful, concerned look. But I just looked at Adrian's shocked face.

I didn't realize how much I missed Adrian until I saw his smooth, soft face. Had Adrian been approaching me from behind? Was that why Oliver was so angered as he approached me? I left Oliver's side and rushed over to Adrian's. I choked his face in my hands and began to cry as Adrian lost consciousness. I kissed Adrian's forehead. To my surprise, upon doing so, I was pulled back and slammed into a wall. Oliver.

Oliver pulled me into a standing position and begin to spit out words laced with poison.

"Am I not good enough for you?!," He screamed. I felt a stray tear fall from eye. I knew Oliver hadn't seen it. He never saw them.

"What the hell haven't I given you that he has?! I never cheated. I always loved! Always! And you treat me like this?! Running to your precious little boyfriends side at the very sight of him in pain. Be at least a little sadistic! At least for my sake! I thought you loved me you lying bitch!", He said and with those final words, he raised his hand and dragged his metal rings across my face. I fell to the floor, grasping my cheek as more involuntary, and now impersonal, tears fell from my eyes. He'd never hit me so hard. I was utterly shocked.

Oli grabbed my face as raged coursed through his veins. To my surprise and forcefully clashed his lips to mine. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, nearly blocking my airway in the process. I gagged on his tongue and his grip on me tightened. He grabbed my hair and pulled away from me. He pulled my head and back away from the wall only to ram me back into it again and again. He stood up and kicked me in the side while I wondered where the hell the entire staff of this damn hospital had gone. And where the hell were the patients and the worried visitors. I fell onto the floor and he kicked my ribs again and again and again and then I felt it. The snap. The shot of pain. The only blow that ever made me scream. I shouted in pain because I knew that he had just broken my rib. I couldn't tell what was happening but I think my shriek brought Oli back into reality. He leant down to me and looked at me with deathly apologetic, sorrowful eyes, just as Adrian got up and slammed Oliver against a wall.