There was a continuous ringing that didn't have any pause between them at all. They kept coming one after the other.
"Lavender, get that," Damien grumbled, still wanting to sleep. Either she didn't hear him, or she was still in a deep sleep because she didn't move an inch. He groped for his phone until he got it.
32 miss calls from Kalif.
The phone rang soon after that again, leaving Damien in a panic so he quickly answered. For some odd reason, he felt sleep deprived and a slight headache that came along with it.
"It's three in the morning, K. This better be good," Damien yawned, trying to rub the sleepiness from his eyes which were quite pointless.
"Did you have good sex tonight or was it those sleeping pills? How could you not hear your phone ringing?"
"Now you sound like Von," Damien yawned once again. "I could've had my phone on silence."
"The only time your phone is on silence is when you're watching cartoons somewhere you don't want anyone to know."
He did that all the time even when Lavender first came here, and now he barely did it at all. Damien sighed, not quite believing the fact that Lavender had been there for only two months.
Everything they did as 'couples' now felt normal. He kind of enjoyed the whole relationship thing with Lavender now, but he'd never tell her that of course.
It wasn't like he loved her because he had no idea what love felt like unless it was that weird feeling in his chest or the way his heart pounded in agony at her getting hurt. The whole thing was kind of confusing and overwhelming for him at the moment.
"What's wrong?"
Kalif wasn't one to call at three in the morning for no apparent reason at all unless it was an emergency.
That was more of Shavon's thing.
"Before I tell you what's up...uh are Lavender and Shavon really siblings?"
Damien glanced at Lavender. She was sleeping on her stomach, with her head facing the wall. Her breathing was soft and peaceful. She hadn't had any nightmares lately; and when she did they were no longer about her mother but about her father and the people she killed that day when she called him.
It was almost as if the more she learned the truth from her past, they stopped haunting her.
If that's the case, then thank goodness her father revealed himself.
The first time Damien witnessed Lavender had a nightmare was when he went over to her place. He was going to sleep on the floor the whole night, but Lavender started screaming which left him confused as to how to stop her. Then he just started cradling her and whispered comforting words into her ear.
Surprisingly, that calmed her down.
"Apparently. Now spill it."
"Shavon got battered up. Literally. Meet me at the hospital he works at asap." Kalif hung up before Damien could ask any further questions.
That most definitely got the sleepiness out of Damien's system.
He kissed Lavender's forehead. "Be right back, babe. Don't miss me too much."
He washed his face and brushed his teeth, pulling on sweatpants nearby and a jacket, not bothered on putting on a shirt.
When he arrived at the hospital, he was greeted by smiling nurses.
What on earth are their problems? There are people in here who're dying, and all they could do is smile?
Their shitty smiles did nothing, but make everything uncomfortable. It's as if they'd pop on their rehearsed smiles, recite a quick apology then proceed with the bad news.
Damien hated hospitals with a passion. Too bad Shavon worked at one and was now the one who needed to be aided. Not thinking straight, Damien rushed past the front desk but was stopped by a security officer. Damien read his name tag.
Security Shufflebottom.
"You know what you have to do, sir."
Security Shufflebottom was loud with one hell of a strong New Yorker's accent. He was slim with a potbelly. The guy had a thirty year old face with a fifty year old body.
Damien could feel his forehead plying up. "I've gotta see my friend. Now."
Security Shufflebottom's eyes lit up like fireworks on the fourth of July. "HEY, you from Jersey?!?"
"Yup and can you stop talking so loud? I have zero hearing problems."
"I'm sorry 'bout that. It's just where I'm from in New York we had to speak real loud to hear each other. It was near a club. Now I've grown with that habit. You know what they say old habits die hard."
Damien wasn't even paying attention, because he was too busy looking around for a Kalif who was nowhere to be seen and because what Shufflebottom was telling him was irrelevant. "Uh yeah, yeah."
"This is a no flex zone."
"What?"
"You were flexing your muscles."
"And?"
Security Shufflebottom simply tapped on the sign that said no flex zone. Damien clenched his jaw, walking away.
What the fuck?
"Can't I go see him?" Damien asked the pale front desk lady with jet black hair and red full lips. She twirled her gum around her finger, leaning towards Damien across the counter and using it to perk her breast up.
"You're pretty and all but I'm not interested now can you do your job?"
"Wait a minute, gorgeous."
He sat impatiently on the chair, tapping his feet to the rhythm of his heartbeat which was basically extremely fast. Damien even had time to pace up and down the lobby, yet he still didn't get any news whatsoever. Seeing that they took too long; he headed to the front desk again.
"Ten thousand years later."
"One minute, gorgeous," she said smacking her gum with her grin.
"Woman, you sound like a broken record. You've been saying that for the past hour."
The nurse opened her mouth to say something, but a doctor appeared. The woman was a giant compared to Damien. She was old and chubby with red hair and braces.
"I'm doctor Willingworth, and I'm assuming you're here for Shavon right?"
"Yeah. Is he okay?"
"We're going to see now."
In the cubicle; Shavon laid there looking lifeless as ever. Damien lifted up one of his hands and it fell back down easily.
"Why does he look dead?"
Doctor Willingworth rolled her eyes with a sigh. "He was hit with a bat until he fell unconscious, what do you think?"
"Will he be okay?"
"I'm not God. There's a fifty-fifty percent chance he will survive. Just pray that he gets better." After saying what she had to say she nodded, giving Damien some alone time with his friend.
"What did you do this time buddy?"
The door opened and Damien thought that was Kalif, but it was Doctor Willingworth again. "Your time has expired, sir."
"Woman! I've only been in here for a minute!"
"Exactly that's all the time you had. Now come back in the morning."
"It is the morning." Damien checked the time on his watch. "It's now 4:49 a.m."
"Well come back when the sun is up."
As Damien was about to answer his headache worsened, so he decided to not answer her anymore.
"See you later, buddy. Don't die just yet, Von."
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Heart Of A Fighter
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