What do I do in these situations, again? People came rushing in, and together they managed to get Charlie back in the crate. I didn't dare to look down at my hands. The nurse came in and gasped. Then and only then did I look. Blood dripped down both palms and knuckles. My wrists were covered in slits and I felt something warm dripping down from my forehead. Fuck. I managed to keep my cool in front of everyone, while the nurse bandaged my hands, wrists, and then face. When she finished fixing me up, I said I had to go to the bathroom. I ran into the bathroom, locked the door, and cried. And cried. And cried some more. I soon realized that I was in the one bathroom on the floor and that someone would probably knock soon. I tried to clean myself up. I fixed my mascara and splashed my face with cold water to calm myself down. I was still breathing heavy and unevenly. I wanted to bawl for another hour or so. Don't think about it, Lola. Don't think. I heard a knock on the door. I cleared my throat and managed a hello. It came out very shaky and it was obvious that I had been crying.
"Um, I need to use the toilet, and this is the only one on the floor," the voice responded awkwardly. I unlocked the door and walked out. I was meet with the face of PJ freaking Liguori. I just stood there for a minute awkwardly blinking.
"Are you okay?" he asked. God. I probably looked like a freak.
"Um, yeah. Bathroom is all yours."
"I didn't really need to use the toilet. That was just an excuse to get you out of there. I heard you crying, and I figured that you might need some cheering up." Wow. Just wow. Crap, I need to respond.
"Uh, Thanks, but unless you can magically heal these," I said sticking my hands out revealing the boxing style bandages, "I'm afraid that there isn't much you can do."
"Wow. Maybe you can tell me the story behind them on the way to my friend's flat." He must have seen that I looked shocked, because he quickly said. "Forget it. It was a dumb idea. I just thought mayb-"
"I'd love to," I said, completely forgetting about the responsibility of work. "Just give me one minute." I ran, at full speed, I might add. I finally found Lesley.
"Hey, Les. Can I take the rest of the day off?" I asked, excited.
"After what just happened, HELL YES." I hugged her.
"Thanks."
I ran back down the hall to see PJ was walking away.
"Where do you think you're going?" I yelled down the hall. He spun around and smiled.
"I didn't think you were coming back."
"I always come back," I rebutted.
"Fair enough," PJ said. "Shall we be off?"
"We shall." And with that, PJ led me to his car. Off I went. In a car. With a technical stranger, but still, I knew the day was looking up.
A/N Two chapters in one night. Don't you feel special? That will probably not happen often, but I was feeling like being an overachiever. Remember to tell me who's GF you wanna be in the chapter one comments. I am very excited for the story. If you have any tips or anything really, COMMENT!!!!!! Right now, I am like a 70 year old on Facebook. I have no idea what the hell I am doing!!!! I literally signed up today, just to write this story, so feel extra special. XXXX
-CR
