Ruthless

Chapter 43

Shailene's Point of View

"I cannot believe you want to do this. Do you realise how much trouble we could get in if we get caught?"

Theo shakes his head. "We won't."

"People are gonna be looking for you, you didn't show up to the festival, okay this is too suspicious. We can't-"

"Shailene shush! Just be quiet, the nurse is gonna be coming around. Shh! Hear that? That's probably her now!"

"Theo-"

"Just pretend to be asleep!"

I watch with wide eyes as he kisses me on the forehead quickly and disappears under my hospital bed.

"Theo just sto-"

"Shailene!" He hisses.

I sigh loudly. I can't win with him.

I hear the nurses high heeled shoes coming down the corridor so I lay flat on my back and pull the sheets past my boobs. I'm no longer connected to any machines, the doctors came by earlier in the day to disconnect me. I'm breathing all on my own now.

The door opens and the stunning redheaded nurse comes inside. I start sweating and panicking, afraid she'll catch Theo hiding so very obviously under my bed.

"Hey girl, how you feeling?" She asks me.

"Uh..yeah I'm good. A little tired but that's weird, considering I've spent the past few weeks sleeping."

"It's totally normal to feel out of it..you look all good, if you need anything, and is mean anything at all, press that cable thing above your head..." She laughs then. "Don't annoy me too much though."

With that she leaves closing the door behind her.

"Did that actu-"

"Shhh!" Theo hisses.

I lay back down and stare up at the ceiling. I don't know what his plan is. I don't know what he's doing. What I do know is that visiting hours are over, and yes here he is.

After what feels like forever the lights out on the corridor dim and we are left with the darkness of my hospital room.

I hear shuffling underneath me and Theo slides out from under it.

"I cannot believe that actually worked. She's got to be real stupid to not have seen you....what are you doing?"

He stands near the door and out of nowhere pulls out a bag. I raise my eyebrows. Who the fuck is he, Harry Potter?

"I'm changing" he answers simply. I watch as his jacket comes off, and then his shirt.

I've seen him shirtless countless times before, either while we were filming a romantic scene or just hanging out in the scorching Atlanta heat. I called it Hotlanta.

He turns around to grab a t shit out of the bag and as he bends over I see a long bandage going down his spine. It hurts but I sit up.

"What happened to your back?" I ask. Dumb question, but I don't know how else to ask it.

He turns back to face me and slips a black tshirt on. "Well you see I was in this sucky car accident shit.."

I roll my eyes. "I know that, I meant what's wrong with it?"

"I sliced my skin," he laughs. It's not funny, I'm seriously worried.

"Does it still hur...whoa, give me a warning next time!" I say when all of a sudden his pants come off.