Fix Me ~ Book 1 (PTX fanfic.. KAVI)

Forcefully, But Carefully

{A/N: Awkwardness.. And other things.}

I stayed completely silent as I continue to let the tears fall down my face. The fact that the special L word was considered as my feelings towards him. Me and Kevin sat there a while, both of us waiting for me to calm down.

I don't actually know why I would have a fit over those two guys. They aren't really worth my time anyway. I sat up straight, Kevin dropping his hand from off of my arm.

"Are you better now?" He asked, sympathetically. I nodded, quietly sniffing. I sat up from the bed, wiping my eyes as I grabbed my bag.

"Thanks, Kevin. Even thought I should've been the one comforting you and all." I said as I softly smiled.

"Nah, I'm fine if anything. You really need to check on Mitch and Avi. This here," he said, lifting his hand " is something I would barely consider such as a harsh injury." He smiled back.

As soon as I walked over to the door, it swung open. I jumped a bit, quickly resting my hand on my chest, feeling my heart beat.

"Hello.. umm Kirstie is it?" The woman spoke, her English much better sounding than the man's.

"Ah, yes." I faked smiled, walking up to her. She took the clipboard she was hold on her side, flipping over a piece of paper.

"Avi--"

"Ah-vee." I internally cringed at thought of his name being A-vee. That sounds more girly than ever. You'd think these people would have sense.

"Oh alright. Mr. Kaplan is ready for visitors." She said, gesturing me out of the room. After she turns her, I look back at poor Kevin who had a worried look on his face, still sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Tell him I said, What's up playa?" He said, chuckling softly. I smiled, trying to hold tears back.

"I will." I sadly smiled, as I turned back around to see the woman--nurse who was waiting for me outside the door. I walked quickly up to the door, slowly closing it and waving good-bye to Kevin.

I sighed heavily as we walked towards an elevator. Oh great. You know it's bad when it's on a different floor.

I felt yet another tear fall. What was wrong with me? Am I scared to see him after what happened? Will I be overwhelmed by his appearance?

I wasn't scared, there was nothing wrong with me. I think he will look handsome as always just, bandaged up a bit, ya know. I just, probably won't be able to look at him without the terrible event playing through my head on repeat. I was just feeling nervous.

We walked onto the elevator, only me and the nurse. My hands were trembling with nervousness. I wasn't crying anymore, but my breathing definitely picked up. It was uneven.

I stood in the elevator looking around. Very high-tech, but it moved slower than what I was used to or maybe I was just caught up in my own world of worries.

The nurse stood in front of me, constantly rocking back and forth on her heels like she was some happy little dip-dot. You disgust me, you dip-dop-God-dammit..

"What floor are we going to?" I asked, curious as to why it's feeling like we've been in here for centuries.

"5." You could clearly hear the foreign accent in her high-pitch monotone voice.

I looked up at a little black screen at the top right of the elevator near the door above the buttons that showed a number in a bright neon yellow color.
"4," I thought, fiddling with my fingers, for some reason trying to peel off nail polish that was neatly painted on my fingers.