Play The Part (Player Next Door Book 3)

85 | Papaya Face

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Chapter 85: Papaya Face

Within thirty minutes of Luke's mom arriving, Luke and Oma were being packed into her car and headed to the hospital.

I love to say I told you so.

I sat gleefully in the backseat, happy that Luke and Oma were going to get the care they needed.

Mrs Dawson was on the phone with Austin's mom, asking her if she was free to meet us at the emergency room in the middle of the night.

Dr Taylor agreed.

Some moms really do make everything better. If I'm lucky to have kids one day, I hope to be like that.

"Mom, we were fine staying in the lake house tonight," Luke complained, leaning back in the passenger seat with his arms crossed over his chest and left leg stretched out.

"Are you crazy, Luke? I really worry about you. What if you can't walk again? And Oma, the poor girl needed stitches," Mrs Dawson replied, "I'm packing up anyone who has a bruise to the hospital. This is no joke. You poor kids were under attack today."

"I feel like we need a better security system," Charlotte piped up from the backseat.

"Definitely," Mrs Dawson agreed, turning on the blinkers as she drove her suburban through pitch black roads, "I'll tell your father to upgrade our security system first thing tomorrow."

"And the wifi's down so he should probably get that fixed too," Charlotte added.

"And we ate through half your pantry," Oma apologized.

Luke loudly exhaled, turning on the radio to drown out their voices.

"Luke!" Mrs Dawson and Charlotte complained.

**

*Four hours later*

We arrived back to our neighborhood in the early hours of the morning. Everything was dark and quiet, undisturbed in suburbia.

I woke up from my nap, feeling my neck ache from resting my head against the cold car window. I stared outside, where the greenery of the forest had been replaced by these familiar streets.

Sometimes I find it peaceful at this hour. No one around to judge or create commotion. But, sometimes, I find it isolating. No one around...

Mrs Dawson parked and slowly, everyone started to rise. I stepped out of the car as nurses came out to take my boyfriend into the hospital.

I watched him go into that big brick building, knowing I couldn't help him.

Oma and Mrs Dawson went with him. Oma needed help for her arm as well.

There were five cars between the nine of us and over the next few minutes, they all trickled into the parking lot.

Slowly, Jake, Annika, Austin and Cearra emerged from different cars, joining Charlotte and me in the middle of the parking lot. Everyone was looking tired and dishevelled.

Jake stretched his arms as he walked towards us, staring up at the daunting building, "How badly hurt do you think he is?"

"It's hard to tell," I admitted.

Luke doesn't show his pain.

"He'll be fine. I've grown up with him and when I tell you how many times he's had knocks, you'd lose count. But he's always fine," Charlotte told us, "If he can walk around and he's not screaming in pain and his joints are all in one place, Luke will be fine."