FOUND [COMPLETED]

XIV

Isabella

I was laid up in a hospital bed, again. Luckily I'm not in as much pain as last time, but my shoulder still hurts pretty bad. My wound has already been taken care of, but the doctors said they wanted to keep me overnight just to be safe. He went on and talked about the risks if I were to get hurt again, but I couldn't focus, so I'm not really sure what could happen. Solange was listening though, so if it's anything super important, she'll just tell me.

I've been at the hospital for about four hours now. Solange was still here with me because Jay was in California with Blue, and Beyoncé had flown to Atlanta last night. But apparently Beyoncé hopped back on the plane when I told her I had to go to the hospital and was on her way back, even though I told her she didn't have to. I was pretty sure she was down there for something work related, but oh well. I'm not really worried about it.

I frowned when I realized I kept getting injured by some shitty people I didn't even know. First the drive by with some wannabe thugs, and now the paparazzi acting like a pack of fucking wolves. Why is my luck so bad?

I heard some movement and looked over at Solange, who was sitting in one of the chairs next to my bed. She stood up and looked down at me. "Hey B, Beyoncé is on her way up in the elevator. She'll be here in the next few minutes. I'm going to head out, okay? I need to swing by Yasmin's place and pick up Julez before it gets too late."

"Okay." I nodded and stretched my arm out to hug her. Solange brushed a few hairs out of my face and kissed my forehead before grabbing her purse.

"Call me if you need me, baby. I'll probably come by the house tomorrow before I leave, and I'm sorry again for what happened today." Solo told me. I nodded again and she blew me a kiss. "I love you. Be safe."

After she left, I realized this was the first time I would be completely alone with Beyoncé.

Oh shit.

*****

Beyoncé walked into my room with a brown paper bag in her hands a few minutes after Solange had left. I raised a brow and watched as she took off her jacket and tossed it in the chair.

"Hey." Beyoncé smiled softly and handed me the bag. "I stopped by that Mexican place you like and got you some food. I know this hospital food is pretty shitty, I figured this would be better." She scrunched up her nose and I laughed, nodding in agreement.

"It is really gross." I sighed. I opened the bag and squealed when I saw that familiar tin foil and grease stains. This is that authentic Mexican food, not that fake ass Taco Bell shit. Now don't get me wrong, I'll still eat Taco Bell cause I have to admit it's pretty good, but nothing beats real Mexican tacos.

"I remember you mentioning it to Jay, so I stopped to pick them up before I flew back. I could probably find someone to heat them up if you–"

"No, it's fine. I don't care, I'm just happy you got them. Thank you." I smiled at her, not bothering to hide my excitement. I almost didn't want to eat them, because it was from home. I missed Atlanta so much.

"Okay." Beyoncé nodded. She had her eyes trained on the bandage wrapped over my shoulder and I heard her sigh. "I'm sorry, baby."

I frowned in confusion. "For what?"

Beyoncé reached out to touch my bandage, but stopped when I jerked back. I didn't do it on purpose, it was just a reflex I guess. I know it sounds sad, but I haven't had much physical contact, aside from Blue, over the past month and a half. I'm cool with Beyoncé and Jay, I think, but I don't like hug them or anything. It's just weird to me. I guess once I break that boundary with them, I'll start getting comfortable, and I don't want to get too comfortable. I don't know, I have issues.