I woke up when Shawn was stirring. I didn't get out of bed, I was too tired.
"I feel bad."
"No shit."
"Was that seriously you last night?"
"Yeah."
He turned his head to look at me, "Is everyone okay?"
"Yeah we're all fine. I treated Jack and he's fine. Broken arm, black eye, bruised ribs. He's fine. You're in pretty awful condition though."
"Yeah I feel really bad." The fact that he was complaining so much reassured me that he was not too bad. I sat up, and helped him do the same.
"So what the heck was that? I mean I know you grew up in Chicago, but still, that was insane."
"I was in a gang."
"A big gang?"
"Yeah it was pretty big." I offered no explanation, because my past didn't really matter to me all that much. Shawn didn't push me.
"Uh.. Thanks."
"What the fuck were you thinking? Are you suicidal?" I asked.
"Nah, but I knew it wouldn't go well if I took the guys with me."
"They were going to kill you."
"Yeah. Hey- your arm!" I looked down at it. The black fabric of my sleeve was damp. He touched it and looked at me with concern. His entire palm was covered in blood.
"I'm totally fine, I just didn't wrap it last night. I stood up to get the first aid kit and stop the bleeding. I took about two steps and my vision went black. "Uh Shawn.. Oh wow." I fell backwards, unable to control my limbs.
"Scarlette! Hey guys get in here!" I didn't really catch much after that.
This time when I woke up, I was alone in my bed.
"Shawn?" I called out.
Kevin walked in, "Shawn's sleeping. At least you're finally awake. If you were bleeding that badly why didn't you say something."
"I kind of forgot about it. How's Shawn?"
"A lot better, he just needs to stay in bed and rest. You should worry more about yourself, you lost a ton of blood."
Shawn entered the room, propping himself up against the doorway, "Yeah what's up?"
"What?"
"You called out my name."
"Oh yeah, I was just wondering if you were okay. Sorry if you had to get up, you should definitely stay in bed."
"Oh. I'm fine. How are you?"
"Never better, thanks." I got up and walked over to Shawn. I started taking his shirt off to check how his wounds were doing.
"Hey woah, I get it if you started liking me, most girls do, but could you wait until I'm healthy?" I rolled my eyes. If he had time to be making shitty jokes like that, he was probably doing fine.
"You're hilarious. Take off your shirt." I didn't take the bandages off, because I didn't want to reopen the wounds, but I made sure that they were not bleeding through. I also felt how his ribs were doing, because I was worried about broken ribs from Geoff kicking him. Mostly he felt just bruised, but a few broken ribs as well.
"You got pretty lucky, all things considered, but we need to get you to a hospital to check up on those ribs."
"No, no hospitals. I absolutely refuse to go to them." He became very serious all of the sudden, and I looked at him. His eyes narrowed, making him look serious to the point of being almost pissed off. I could understand why he didn't want to go to hospitals, I always avoided them like the plague because I was afraid of what they might dig up about me.
