The Nerd Introduced to the Jocks Parents (In Editing)

Chapter 79 (3 of 3)

Don't start the song until the very very end, sorry, but the music fit best for that spot.

***Payson***

"Party of Annabella Peterson?"

"That's me." Nana spoke rubbing my shoulder as she made her way past me.

"Annabella is in bad shape..." She paused, just as I heard Bud choke and stand up next to Nana, I stayed with Tyler whom still seemed out of it. He had mumbled a few times, but mainly just kept hugging me.

"The knife went straight in, thankfully. However, being ripped out the way it did moved a lot of organs and such around. The knife nicked her Liver, it was stitched quickly and easily, but she suffered lacerations to her pancreas, and kidney. The pancreas went okay, but she is still at sever risk for infection. The kidneys was the worst damage, in the delay of the surgery, she suffered a blood clot, and Dr. Ranalds did his best to salvage the tissue, but she is showing signs of kidney failure." The nurse looked sick to her stomach, and rather tired, though I am sure we all did.

"If she does, she'll need to have it removed, and having a surgery this close together is very risky. She could bleed out again. We have her on blood transfusions, but the worst and most pressing damage, wasn't to her organs. She suffered damage to her Sciatic nerve, and if it doesn't heal cleanly, she'll be paralyzed from the waist down." Bud wrapped his arm around Nana whom seemed to collapse on him.

"Where is he?" Ethan roared, I sent him a startled look. The nurse looked stressed, but not shocked, as if she had expected this question.

"Where is the son of a bitch who did it? Did you save his waste of space?" He seethed, she sighed. I walked away from Tyler to wrap my arms around Ethan who was shaking.

"He fell into a comma not long after he got in, his concussion caused to much swelling of the brain. If it makes you feel as good as it did me, he suffered greatly before he slipped under." Leaving most of us shocked, she turned to Nana.

"She will be ready for visitors within two hours, one at a time, she wont be conscious. Its simply to ease your mind. I'm so sorry for what your going through." It wasn't really until she walked away did I realize where I knew her, she was Beth's older sister, but the guilt was evident.

"Lacy!" I yelled, she turned and looked at me.

"You know what he did, don't you?" She was to angry for it not to be obvious, I only wondered how she knew.

"She talked a lot as she slipped in and out of consciousness. It wasn't hard to fill in the slim gaps. I'm sorry she got hurt trying to defend my sister." She looked defensive as she answered my silent question, as if I could blame her for what Ella was going through, but I knew Ella was going through this at the fault of her own, and the haunting choices of her past.

"Mikey didn't go after Ella for any other reason then their past, Beth was his pawn." She gave me a lingering look, and left with slummed shoulders.

"Did she say paralyzed?" We all turned to Tyler who was looking around in confused frustration. I huffed.

"Of the last two hours, and that's all you managed to pick up?" My humor fell short of execution, and my laugh sounded forced even to my ears. Tyler looked at the doors that nurse had came through.

"What else did I miss?"

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*Ella's POV* Start Music (God is a DJ by Faithless)

The lights were flashed, on, off. Flickers of the strobe lights flattered the bodies that were thrusted together. I laughed in ecstasy as we grinded together. Cat whistles followed, but I didn't listen. On, off, on, off. The different colors kept flashing only adding to the experience. On, off. The bass of the song thrummed, the floors shaking with the vibration, or just my head was. God is a DJ, Faithless.

Sweat and blurred vision was easy to enhance, her laughter drew my attention.

"Your feeling it newbie, I can see it." I laughed with her.

"For the first time, I don't feel anything." None of what I left mattered, I threw my head back and laughed, She was 14 to but she said none of Them cared how old we were, as long as we enjoyed it, so I threw my head back and did just that. On, Off, on Off.

"Annabella? Can you hear me? Do you know where you are? Do you know what happened to you?" On and off, the lights flickered, I laughed.

"It doesn't matter." I told the red-head, "none of that matters."