Brandon's P.O.V
Dylan sits me down in a very clean room. The light shines bright.
"How'd you find electricity?" I say as she takes out some sanitation gloves.
"We have a generator." She says pulling out a needle. I grip the bed tightly. I despise needles.
"Well we have...twenty three left."
"Where did you-?" I ask before she puts the needle in my arm. "What was that?"
"You are gonna go to sleep." She says nonchalantly. My breath quickens.
"What? No! How long does it take to kick in?" I say in a panicky voice.
"Geez, I was joking. It's a pain killer."
I calm down. "Oh...okay."
"Why do you act like that?" she says placing a band aid on my arm.
"Like what?" I say as she she takes out a first aid kit.
"You act so...mr cool guy in front of Rachelle and Emma. But you are actually quite scared and helpless, aren't you?"
"I'm not helpless." I snap. "I act like that so they don't get scared."
"Well, then the question is, are they scared?"
I stay quite.
"The answer is yes, and I know you are too." she says.
"Okay...can we just move on?"
"Sure sweetie. Lift your shirt."
"Excuse me?" I say and she looks at me like I'm a dumbass.
"You heard me. Take your shirt off."
"But why-"
"Because I need to see if it's badly bruised. I'm not gonna waste electricity to do a cat-scan if there might not be anything wrong."
"We are we anyways?" I say.
"A prison. But it's very high tech and well protected so...shirt off." she is kinda cute when she sasses me.
I do what she asked and I take off my shirt. She looks at me Biting her lip. I smirk and she looks on the bruises now. She grazes her fingers gently across my chest. I hiss in pain.
"Okay..." She says pressing down other places of my torso.
"Okay?" I say confused. God this really hurts.
"Yeah I was wrong. You defiantly need a cat-scan. You obviously broke several ribs but I need to know how many."
"How many do you think there is?" I say breathing quickly because of the intense pain.
"Five, six, maybe seven even. You might have a punctured lung. If so we would need to stick that up."
"Y-you mean surgery?" I say my eyes widening.
No no please no.
"Yes." she says and I groan from pain and disappointment. "It will take bout a day to charge the machine up so for now...I'll get you some where to rest. You know how to ride in a wheelchair?"
"Yeah..."
"Good cause you'll need that for the rest of the day." She says bringing one over. I put my shirt back in and go into the chair. "You don't want to injure yourself anymore. So this will help and take two if these when you go to bed."
She hands me the bottle with large green liquid pills. great...
She walks up to me and starts wheeling me out into the next room.
"Your cute." I say and she laughs.
"You trying to hit on me pretty boy?
"Well... what does it look like?" I say looking up at her. We now get back to the large main room. She comes to the front of me and kisses me on the lips. I kiss her back and I feel her smile through it.
"Hey! Hey bitch!" a man yells walking angrily toward me. Shit...
"What?" I say as she starts walking away.
"Don't flirt with me and that's Tyler."
"What do you think your doing to her?"
"Uh-um- hello...Tyler." I stutter as he lifts me from the chair. Dylan is talking with a girl and then looks over at me and he eyes widen.
"Tyler stop!"
"Your my bitch! You hear me?!" He screams at her and shoves me into a wall. His hands are around my throat and I'm gasping for air.
"You never were and never will be! Now let him go!" she says and he smacks her in the face. She lands on her bum and all of a sudden. That got my really angry. I connect my fist with Tyler's jaw. He falls to his knees. I kick him in the gut and he falls onto his face.
I run to Dylan. I move her hand off her face to see a big sore now on her face.
"I thought he would just smack talk you Brandon." she says worriedly. "I didn't think he would do that. Quick get back in your chair!"
"I'm fine." I say bringing her to the wheelchair. Her hand is placed on her eye. Where he had smacked her.
"Can you see out of your left eye?" I ask putting her in my wheelchair.
"Barely and I think I'm gonna pass..." then she passes out. I remember my way back to the little nurses office. I am in unbearable pain right now. I start to sweat and my breathing became wheezing again. I place her down on the large bed. I walk over and grab a cold ice pack from the fridge.
I place it one her face and I lay next to her on the bed.
So tired...so tired...so...
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Short I know but I wanted to update something today and this is as much as I could do.
Sorry...
Love u guys anyways!
-Rachelle
