The Story of Us || g.d.

~14~

"It's your fault for bringing her there." I hear someone arguing.

"My fault? You wanted to go see them." Grayson growls back.

"Shut up." I rub my head and squeeze my eyes shut.

"Trinity?" All the fighting goes silent.

"Give me more time to sleep." I sigh loudly.

"Wake up." A hand is on my cheek. My eyes flit open to reveal a hospital room. Why the fuck am I in a hospital?

"What is going on?" I sit up and try to get out, noticing an IV hooked to my arm.

"You just needed stitches on your head." Jack shrugs.

"Why?" I touch my head and feel a bandage.

"Some girl thought you broke my heart or some shit and punched you." Ethan answers.

"I remember." I sigh and roll my eyes. "When can I be discharged? I just needed stitches from the fall, right?"

"Yeah, they said when you woke up." Aaron points to the door. "I'll go get someone."

"I'm sorry we brought you." Grayson bites his lip. "I thought they'd be nicer."

"They probably are. One of them just got the wrong rumor." I shrug and manage a smile. "Did you call my dad?"

"No. We called ours." Ethan walks over to me. "Do you hurt?"

"Of course she hurts, idiot." Grayson looks at Ethan.

"Enough." I squeeze my hands into fists and release. "I kind of have a headache."

"I'm so sorry." Grayson sighs and stands up. "I'll get my dad to sign the discharge papers."

"It's okay. I told you so." I rub my eyes and watch as he walks out of the room.

"You know, he's probably beating himself up for this." Ethan starts, smiling at me.

"What I'm worried the most about is what that girl said to me." I frown and look up at him.

"You want some water? I'm going to go get you some water." Jack hurries out of the room.

Ethan and I both laugh for a minute before he sighs. "I know."

"I never answered you about liking you or your brother, for that matter." I shake my head. "I couldn't tell you much about my experience with liking someone. My parents-they-." I stop and bite my lip when my mind drifts to my mother. "It's just hard." A tear escapes my eye and I sob. I hate crying.

"Oh, uh." Ethan walks over to the bed and hugs me. "Maybe I shouldn't be hugging you. Maybe you don't like me. Just know that I'm here to talk. Whether it's just as a friend, or more. Okay?" He kisses the top of my head and pulls away.

"Dude, hands off my girlfriend." Grayson growls when he walks in.

"I'm not your girlfriend, Grayson." I wipe my eyes and pat Ethan's hand. "Thank you, Ethan." He nods and gives me a look before walking out.

"Did-did he kiss you? I swear to God, I'll-"

"He didn't. I was just talking about my parents." I cut him off. His face softens and he grabs my hand.

"Your father actually called. I think they have to notify your actual parents when you go unconscious." He laughs a bit before shaking his head. "He came. He told me to tell you he needs to talk later, said something about a business meeting."

I nod. It's nothing new. Of course; one second he's lovey dovey and the next he's too busy to care. "Got it." 

"I don't think you know how much I'm sorry for taking you down there. I didn't know-"