Ashanti's POV
I heard the movements and lots of talking. Then the smell of dettol hit me. Then my mind reminded me I'm in the hospital. I slowly opened my eyes aware of my pain and the bright light had me dim my eyes then slowly open them. But what shocked me was turning my head to the chair at my bed and see Mikhail staring right at me.
"Hi"
She came. The reason for my torment and sadness yet in this very moment I was so excited and happy I didn't even remember my arm was shattered. I gave her a smile. Mi breath goodly stink naah open my mouth right now at all the lady guh faint. I took my time admiring her. She was wearing a grey blazer, white shirt, black pant and black shoes topped off with gold jewelry. Her expression was almost sad but then there was anger and mi nuh do nth enuh suh mi mek sure raise mi eyebrow and she shake har head.
"Who did it?" She said in a cold tone.
I shrugged. She shook her head.
I just continued looking at her. But then it clicked. It's not even morning or visiting hours. How is she here?
"How are you here?" I said and realized my voice is hoarse. I was thirsty. I looked over on my bed table and started reaching for it but it was painful although it was my other hand I'm still in pain. I hissed involuntarily.
She opened the bottle for me and held it up to my mouth so I could drink. I drank. She was patient and gentle.
"I know people" is all she said obviously upset.
I decided to take it as is. We sat there for a while just listening to the nurses talking, movement outside and nothing in particular.
"Want anything?" She asked looking at me concerned.
"I'm okay, just tired" I told her honestly.
"When can you go home?"
"Tomorrow, just gonna get the cast and leave caz I took the X-ray already"
She nodded in response.
"So do you want to get some rest and I'll see you tomorrow?" She asked.
"Can you stay a little longer?"
I asked. I missed her and I'm not sure I want her to leave even though I was exhausted.
"Sure" she held my good hand in reassurance and kissed my forehead and soon after I was out.
Mikhail's POV
I watched her drift into sleep probably drowsy from the medication they had her on. She looked so broken regardless of how peaceful she slept. Sweat lightly coated her skin, she stayed stiff on her back sleeping like a robot naturally if she moves she'll be in pain. It hurt me to see her like that. If I had just stayed....
But how could I, knowing I was doing to her what was done to me. I wasn't giving her a choice. She needed to find out what she liked and didn't like. I don't want to force anything on her but I wasn't giving her much of a choice. Now what do I do. I can't leave her. I wanna stay and take care of her but how do I give her her space?
Shantel's POV
Mi waah guh sleep enuh. Mikhail nuh seem like she a leave Ashanti tonight and come draw me out of my bed with my very sexy teacher to park in a parking lot and wait on her. She's lucky I like my friend.
I decided to take out my phone and text her.
"Hey"
"Hi"
"Sounds too formal for someone who was riding my fingers not too long ago."
"You can't just say that"
"What you were being loud so my mom already knows what's left to fear?"
"You said the room was soundproof"
"Yes I lied"
She stopped responding. Probably over there a overthink her whole life.
"I'm playing calm down"
"Don't play like that"
I looked up and saw Mikhail coming back to the car.
"See you in a few, wait up for me"
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Teen Fiction" I don't know what to do" "You don't have to, I'll teach you" Ashanti was never the normal teenager, but she never thought of herself to be outside of the ordinary until a shocking revelation came her way tied to an outgoing, fun and charming cha...
