"I'm home!"
Damien yells, interrupting my thoughts.
I feel awkward knowing what just happened. And ashamed, I need to let.... NO no I don't, he's the douchebag not you.
We eat in a silence that can be described as aye, double you, Kay, double you, aye, ar, dee.
AWKWARD.
but the Thai is delicious, and the fireplace is warm, and my blankets are comfy, and I am sleeep..........
WAKE UP HEATHER!
Damien starts laughing and I blush.
"Did I say that out loud?"
He cracks up laughing and is literally rolling around on the table.
"All....of....it!"
He says between gulps of air.
"So... You heard me call you a...."
"Douchebag yeah."
He doesn't seem insulted in the least, he seems amused.
"You find that funny ha?"
He nods and digs in to his food.
"I wonder whether Emily does."
I get up and watch his face fall before stomping into the kitchen and flopping onto a chair. Geez Heather way to ruin the mood.
But he deserves it.
No he doesn't, forgive him.
Yes he does he cheated on you!
Forgive him.
Shut up.
No you shut up!
"Both of you shut up!"
Damien's head creeps around the corner. He's looking at me like I'm mad.
"Who are you talking to?"
He says tentatively like he's dealing with a mental patient.
"Myself." I say curtly before running up the stairs into my room.
I here Damien sigh and turn off the T.V.
The next week passes with only light communication and an awkward air. Am I using the word awkward too much? Who cares I'm only talking in my head.
It's now a Saturday and I really need a haircut, my split ends are growing a forest of their own.
I grab my keys and drive to the hairdressers. I realise I left my bag with my purse and phone at home so I hurriedly make a U- turn.
the traffic lights turn yellow and I begin to pray to the god of traffic lights that I'll make it.
Too late, the light turns red and i stop.
BANG.
I am laying in some sort of a bed. A pounding feeling is coursing through my head and I wince as I attempt to sit up.
I open my eyes and realise I'm in a hospital room. I see Damien hurriedly walk towards me and grab my hand.
"How are you feeling?"
I look up, his eyes are puffy and bloodshot.
"Have you been crying?" I croak.
Damien looks away.
"Never mind that, how are you feeling?"
How am I feeling?
"I have a bad headache but that doesn't matter. What happened?"
"The car behind you smashed into you, they were looking at their phone and didn't see you stop. You hit your head on the steering wheel and were out cold."
He squeezes my hand.
"But your alright now, your here and your safe."
I try not to let them but the words get a calming reaction from me.
I look at the clock in the wall. It read three and I left at twelve.
"So I've been out for three hours?"
Damien frowns.
"Actually, it was a pretty severe coma. Three days and three hours."
The pounding in my head comes back and I groan.
He squeezes my hand again and lets go.
"I'll go get a nurse OK?"
I nod and close my eyes, dulling the pain slightly.
All I wanted was a haircut.
A/N:
Sorry it's short but I wanted to update for you guys.
Till we meet again.
XX Pineapplepops11
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