Saintwood: College Chaos ✔️ (Wattpad version)

Seems like old times

After I woke up, they made anyone in the room leave to remove the tube down my throat. Ever have something shoved down your throat then pulled out? It's not fun.

Once they removed the tube, they had to lay me back onto my stomach carefully. Man, my back hurt like a bitch. People were in and out of my room, and Mel got a little overzealous when they let her in. Didn't anyone tell the doctors my girlfriend is a nut?

I groaned when she hugged me. Dad yanked her off of me. "Melinda, be careful. He just had surgery."

"Sorry," she whispered.

I reached up and grabbed her hand. "It's okay. I know you can't stay away from this sexy body," I mumbled.

"I'm out," Drew said.

"Good. I don't need anyone else taking up my oxygen," I mumbled to Drew, and he rolled his eyes.

"Liam, don't be an ass," JJ said.

"Why not? It wouldn't be me if I weren't, now would it?" I said with a smirk.

"Someone's back to his old self," Ryan said.

"Yeah, unfortunately," Dad said.

"This seems familiar," Frazier said.

"Yeah, that's the problem. It's too familiar," Ryan said.

"Well, before we discuss this, can I take care of my boy?" Dad asked.

"Yeah," Ryan said.

They left, and my parents hovered. God, I don't know what's worse, them or Mel. Both were equally annoying right now. I mean, I get it they care but seriously; I was alive. I couldn't move at the moment. I need to get better fast, or my teeth would fall out from all the sappiness and caring.

I was in the hospital for a week until they sprung me. Do you know how hard it is to keep up with your schoolwork while lying face-down? Hard.

They helped me to my room and got me situated. My stitches had to stay in another week, so I had no choice but to lie on my stomach. I guess I should be grateful that I can walk, considering some asshole tried to blow us all up and almost fucking paralyzed me.

Mel helped me while I laid up by getting my assignments from my classes, so I didn't fall behind. She also changed my dressing and cleaned my wound, so it didn't get infected. Such a dutiful girlfriend Mel is. Maybe one day, if she is lucky, I will marry her crazy ass.

Finally, it was time to get my stitches out. They helped me remove my shirt, and the doctor had me sit in this contraption that looked like a chair so he could remove the sutures and check to make sure I was healing correctly.

I winced a bit as he removed them, but after checking the area over, I was healing. I had a follow-up two weeks ago. We left the office, and I thought it was time to make up for Mel's lost times.

As soon as we hit my bedroom, we tore off each other's clothes. Damn, it felt good being together again. Then I head a pounding on my door and someone yelling, "Really? You couldn't wait like five minutes?"

"You're jealous!" I shouted back as Mel giggled under the blankets.

"Fuck Liam, at least keep it down!" Another voice shouted through the door.

"Wear some earplugs, you big crybabies!" I yelled.

"Whatever!" They yelled.

Mel was laughing as I looked at her, smiling. Did I forget to mention that we are loud when we engage in our sexcapades? Especially Mel, she is vocal.