This is life.

78 ➤ Another trip to the E.R

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Alex had eventually convinced me to come out of my room and eat. I have not had one piece of the reheated chicken in front of me. I've only played with it to keep myself busy. I bring the bag of ice back to my face for relief. "Would you stop starring at my hands?" I glare at him. "If anything I would've expected you stare at the bruise on my face." "I can barely see the bruise so it's not catching my attention." I put down the bag and leave my left hand ok the table. "Sorry I'm fascinated by your hands. It just looks...different to what I've seen." He says. "I take it by 'different' you mean weird?" "Nah, not weird just...unusual." "Which is synonym for weird. Nice save, dumbass." I smirk. "Maybe put on new bandages?" "I'll put new ones on later. Might as well let my hands breathe for a bit." Silence envelopes us as I refuse to keep up a conversation, but knowing Alex as being a talkative person who can't stand quietness, he'll ask a question of some sort, or at the least, initiate another conversation about something random. "You should apologise." Ding, ding, ding.
I stare at my plate of food and sigh. "I don't want to see her again." "Don't get all grumpy with me it was just a suggestion." "Why should I have to apologise anyway? She hit me." "I'm not saying you deserved it but she's a fighter. I haven't met her but I've watched her on WWE plenty of times, live and on television as well so I've seen what she can do. You should've known better than to provoke her. What else do you think she does when she's angry? Shit gets real when you mess with someone who does nothing but fight. Didn't you tell me she has a personality disorder as well?" "It doesn't give her the right to hurt me, I mean I'm-" I stop talking and he nudges my shoulder. "You're what?" I'm seconds away from revealing my pregnancy to him but I decide against it. I feel it would be best not to tell him, at least not just yet. "I'm fed up, Alex. You don't read the situation the same way I do. You're not the one who got hit. She has her problems but I have mine. You don't see me physically hitting people." I remind him. "I think you shouldn't risk ending a friendship over this, trust me I'm right."

I scoff. "And why not? What have I got to lose by not going back?" "Well your best friend, for starters." I drop my fork and bite my tongue. I know he is right, I simply didn't keep it in mind that Rachel is no longer here with me and Chanel is the closest person to me in this given moment of time. Jason and I are on good terms however there is still an unnamed abnormality between our relationship that I'd rather no discuss. "So I should go back?" I ask for clarity. "When does her flight leave?" "I think her bodyguard told me it'd be in a few hours but it's already been almost two hours. They've probably already left to go to the airport by now." "Well she definitely won't answer her phone so do you have her bodyguard's number?" "Yeah. Why?" "Check." He urges. I take my phone out of my pocket and Alex watches me to make sure that I do as he says.

- Have you guys left yet?
Within a few seconds I get a reply.
Tom- Half an hour before we should get going.

"How long does it take to get to her hotel from here?" Alex asks. "Twenty minutes. Look, ten minutes-" "could be enough to save a friendship." He interrupts me. "So get another taxi and when you see her say whatever you need to, to make her happy. I don't want to see you depressed and full of regret so just listen to me and go. You'll thank me, later and realise that effort comes a long way." I gasp in pain and drop my phone onto the floor as I stood up. "What's wrong?" "Nothing I think I pulled on my stitches. I've been doing it a lot since I left the hospital." "The one on your leg or the bigger one?" "The bigger one. My stomach keeps hurting." He bends over to pick up my phone for me before handing it back. "Be careful with yourself." He warns. "Thanks, I will." I assure. "You better not be here by the time I get back." I warn. "No promises."
When I make it back to her hotel Tom is confused when he answers the door for me. "Not to be rude, but why are you back?" "It's been a couple of hours and I know that you were right before saying it'd be better to have her leave with us on good terms so I came to apologise." "Look where that got us before." He chuckled blankly to prove his point. "She gave you a nasty bruise." "I know, but this time I'll be more understanding and less assertive. I didn't really mean all those things I said to her before I was just angry." He lets me enter the suite and closes the door. "Well I feel like she regrets what she did and how she acted. She's been crying in the bathroom ever since you left." "And I take it, it's because of me." I roll my lips inside of my mouth in awkwardness.