Best Friend's Brother... (Dylan O'brien)

Chapter 8

"Bridget? Hi, I'm Doctor Gordon."

"Hi. Nice to meet you."

"Ok, let's look at these cuts. An X-Ray won't be necessary, but I will have to stitch you up and try and get the tiny shards of glass out. Let's go to a small operating room, Don't worry, it's nothing near an operation. I promise you won't feel a thing."

I let out a sigh of relief. I was wheeled in a wheel chair in case I couldn't "walk." Hospitals always over exaggerate things.  We made it to the room and I was put on a table. The doctor put a numbing medicine in my leg and after about two minutes, my leg felt gone. I tired and closed my eyes, so the tweezers and blood wouldn't gross me out.

"Alright Bridget. There's no glass in there, but it's gonna take me a few more minutes to stitch it up. Just relax and it'll all be over soon."

That didn't sound to reassuring. He started stitching it up, and it define lay did not feel good. It's probably one of the biggest pains I've ever been in. I got fourteen stitches. By the time it was over, I wasn't sure if my leg hurt more or my head did from looking into a bright light for half an hour. 

I walked on my leg and it was gonna be sore, but I was able of walking and driving back home. I signed the release papers and filed in my family's insurance card. I walked out to the parking lot and get back in the car. I turned on the AC, plugged in my phone and drove home.

The ride didn't take long and I was back home by 7pm. I left at 4pm to go to the hospital. I didn't know if I wanted tot go in because of all my friends. I didn't see my parents car yet, so they probably were still driving up. I jumped out of the car and looked it. I walked through the garage and heard a ton of shuffling towards the garage door.

Before I could even take my shoes off, everyone was crowding me and asking where I was. They had no clue about my leg considering I was wearing leggings.

"Bridget, where the hell were you? You had us so fucking worried." Colton was pissed considering he's the oldest and he's technically in charge.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. Just give me some space."

"Well, where were you?!" The all stood there looking at me, waiting for me to answer. Dylan seemed the most concerned. He stood there with a worried face.

"I-I was at the hospital."

"OMG! Are you ok?" Julia said.

"Yeah, I'm fine Julia. I just had to get stitches." I lifted up my leg and showed them my cut leg with stitches. Damon, of course, turned away and made an "ewhh" sound. Colton punched him.

Dylan pushed in front of everyone and grabbed my arms. "What the hell happened?"

"Long story, short. I was running up the stairs and I tripped over one. Classical me. When I fell, I landed into the table and the glass vase fell over and broke. Some pieces cut my leg, so they had to see if any pieces were still in my leg and then they had to stitch me up. Nothing to big, but you guys were all down at the beach and there was Jo way I was walking that far, so I drove myself."

"Didn't it hurt driving with your leg?"

"It's on my left leg, so I could still drive using my right."  Everyone was crowding me with questions. It was time for me to ask one. "Where's mom and dad and Julia's parents?"

"Oh yeah, they're not coming up."

"What why?"

"Dad has to work tomorrow so they just stayed back and said they trust us to be good and be home in a few days." P

"That's a first." I laughed and walked through everyone and went to the kitchen.

"So, you're sure you're ok sis?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just starving."

"Go up and rest. I'll make you a grilled cheese." Julia smiled and hugged me.

"Thanks Julia. You're the best."

I walked back upstairs and saw all the glass picked up. Thankfully someone picked it up, because if it wasn't picked up, I was gonna get mad. I opened the door to my room and started to unpack my suit case. I turned on some music and looked on Instagram for a while. I heard a knock on my door. "Come in."

"Hey Bridget." The smile grew on my face.

"Hey Dyl. What's up?"

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I was worried. Don't ever do that again."

"Don't ever go to the hospital when I'm hurt?"

"No, don't ever scare me again."

"Scaredy cat." He smiled.

"You know what I mean. Oh and I was the one who cleaned up the glass for you. I knew you would flip if I didn't."

"You know me to well O'Brien."

"Damn strait. But for real, you're ok."

"Perfectly fine."

"How long until you can go in the water?"

"I won't be able to go this entire trip until I get them taken out. I can still go to the beach, but I can't get it wet."

"Well, I guess you're just making up excuses cause you know I'll beat you."

"Oh shove it up you're ass Dylan."

We sat there and just smiled while looking at each other. He was leaning in, his hands moved from the bed and were about to be on my face. Holy shit. He was getting closer. We were practically mouth to mouth... Then Julia came running upstairs with the grilled cheese. Dylan moved off the bed and I sat there quietly, acting like nothing happened. Well if it almost happened, it better "almost happen" again. So close.