Marcel wheeled me to the car. It was silent.
"You can get up now," he said.
I chuckled, "I would but I can't"
"You really can walk?" He asked. I shook my head, "It hurts too much, I just end up collapsing,"
He stepped in front of me, and leaned down picking me up bridal style. He put me in the seat, "Better?"he asked. I nodded.
We weren't aloud to keep the wheelchair unfortunately. They wanted me to try walking since the break wasn't that bad.
Marcel came back to the car after bringing the wheelchair back into the hospital.
"We come here to much," I said almost laughing. He didn't crack a smile he just drove.
"I know your mad at me," I stated the obvious.
"I didn't mean what I said in the hospital, there's no way you could be there, I should have told you, I'm sorry."
He still did nothing. Ignoring me as if I were dead.
I leaned my head against the window shutting my eyes just like Marcel had when I had taken him home that day he got beat up.
I couldn't sleep though so I just looked outside. It was raining. I decided to talk to Marcel, even though he wouldn't talk back.
"You know they said I had to practice walking, maybe you can help me?" I asked smiling. Nothing.
"Or I can just do it myself and fall down a flight a stairs," I said annoyed. Nothing.
We were going to be off the highway soon.
If he wasn't going to talk then I had some rights. I put on the radio. I started singing along quietly.
When the song ended I looked over. "You know, I have never heard you sing," I said. Still. Nothing.
"I'm so happy we had this talk," I mumbled.
We finally pulled into his driveway it was 2am. I looked right at him the second he cut the engine.
"Next time I see David I'll make sure to tell him to just kill me because your pretty good at ignoring me now, so if I'm dead you won't even have to listen," I ripped the car door open.
I hadn't remember I couldn't walk so when I got out of the car I just cried out in pain and fell on the ground.
I heard Marcel's door slam. "Are you alright?!" Now he cares.
And he ran over reaching out to help me up. I leaned my head against the ground.
"Why don't you just leave me here and back your car over me," I told him.
"Skye nobody's going to do that get up"
"Why don't you just call David to do it,"
"Skye, I was mad, I'm so happy your alive but please, for christ sakes, get up,"
I took Marcel's hand. I put a lot of pressure on my bad leg though and went right back down.
"C'mon," He tried again. Pulling me up, except I went down face first, but he caught me.
"Can you carry just carry me," I begged.
He picked me up again bridal style, and carried me inside. He brought me upstairs to the guest room putting me on the bed.
"I'm not sleeping here," I scoffed. Marcel rubbed his eyes. "Well where do you want to sleep?"
"Your room, with you," I smiled nicely.
"This is the last time I'm carrying you," he rolled his eyes.
"Fine, I will just stay here," I think I was getting angry from lack of sleep.
"Skye, I'm going to kill you," he laughed smirking.
"Your not funny," I closed my eyes.
"Fine, sorry will you stop being so crabby," Marcel said.
"Your the one who's crabby! Look at you, the whole car ride home was pretending I wasn't there," I shouted.
I mocked his voice. " 'Oh my girlfriend almost just got killed whatever lets pretend she's not here'"
He stared at me in complete shock.
"Skye your being ridiculous,"
"Goodnight." I muttered.
I heard him mumble something under his breath. He laid down next to me.
"We have to go to the police station tomarrow morning," he said. I rolled on my side to look at him.
"Why?" I asked.
"Well I don't know you almost just got killed, you need to report it,"
"Fine," I mumbled. Shutting my eyes.
He leaned over "I love you, Skye," whispering in my ear.
My face lit up, I smiled at him. " I love you to,"
Authors note: Im not sure how to end this fanfic, I may write another chapter but I feel like I'm dragging it on. Please comment what you think I should do, if you want other fanfics, and please vote.
