Kissing In Cars [ Vic Fuentes Fanic ]

Chapter 21 - Merry Christmas, Ya Filthy Animal

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Cara's POV

 It's been three days since I'd been trapped in here. Needless to say I wasn't alone; Vic, Tony and Evelyn had visited me all day every day since I've been admitted to the hospital. Jaime had dropped by a few times and I asked about Freya, immediately wishing I hadn't. The sadness in his eyes was enough to shut me up straight away.

She was alive, yeah, but barely. Her body was struggling to recover and, from what I understood, they needed a certain type of blood on hand (which they didn't have) to perform the procedure that might ensure her body a healthy heal. 

I wasn't completely bored. Vic had brought me my laptop and, since there was only a few more days before Christmas, I was getting some Christmas shopping done online. I spent hours on deciding what to get everyone since I had so much time to kill in my room. Evelyn had took the liberty of smuggling the gifts into the house for me when they arrived and wrapped them for me. I, however, made Vic wrap the one I'd ordered for her.

Since I refused to eat the hospital food, they spoiled me and brought me whatever food I asked for. I always asked for something simple and cheap, close to the hospital so it wouldn't be too much of a bother, but whenever it was Vic's turn he insisted on getting me something pricey like Olive Garden or Remiro's, the best steakhouse in San Diego. 

I was getting sick of staying in here. I knew they wanted to make sure I was okay and all, but was three days really necessary? I was healing up just fine, but something told me they were hardly concerned about my wounds. My nurse had brought up the idea of a counsellor several times due to my father's death and my... experiences, but I had not-so-politely declined after she pushed it on me for the umpteenth time.

I had Vic, I had my mother, and I had my friends. They were all I needed to stay sane. 

Vic had spent every night with me at the hospital so far and only left my side to check on Jaime. When he did that, however, I managed to sneak out of my room and down the hall to finally see my mother.

She looked healthier; her cheeks weren't as hollow as they usually were and her eyes had a certain spark in them. She didn't look 100% and I knew it'd take time for her to recover, but it was certainly a start.

"Hey mom." I piped up, pushing the door open and taking a seat at the edge of her bed. I had fought the nurses on it and, after my stubbornness finally winning the battle, they had let me wear my own clothes. My -- well, Vic's sweats pooled around my legs as I sat down. The fabric reminded me of him and kept me calm.

"Hi sweetie. How are you hon?" She asked me, sitting up in her bed and readjusting the IV tube leaking into her arm; the newly formed bruises wer purpling on her face. My smile faltered. He had really gotten her good, hadn't he?

"I'm okay. I just - I'm sorry. I should've known, I -" She cut me off and pulled me into a hug, sniffling while she rubbed my back in a soothing manner. I willed myself not to cry; this was a happy moment. I didn't want to ruin it.

"You had no idea. There was no way you could have. We're okay and that's all that matters." She finished, running her thumb gently over one of the bruises on my face before she leaned back in her bed. We talked for a little while, both of us straying from the topic of a few nights before. There was no reason to remember it, it was simply the past now.

But what we did discuss was the selling of our old home. 

"I just don't think I can live there anymore." She replied, sorrow clear in her voice. I didn't blame her on that, I knew that house held bad memories and it was the reason why I refused to live at home. But after a few nights ago... There was no way I'd step foot in my childhood home ever again.