The Nerd is a Fighter

6| I can't believe I got shot on my birthday.

Don't make excuses for horrible people.
You can't put a flower in an asshole
and call it a vase.

Kathy's POV

I open my eyes and immediately see a dim light. Is this heaven? I try to sit up but flinch when my stomach starts to hurt. I lay back down and saw a big bandage on my stomach. I hear a door open and see someone walk in.

"How are you feeling?" She asks. "I'm Anthony's doctor, and he had me examine your wounds."

I freeze, realizing she might have seen my other mild injuries. "Did you just take care of the bullet wound?" I ask.

She shakes her head, and I hold in a breath. "Anthony took care of the bullet. But did you know you had two fractured ribs?"

"Where exactly am I?" I ask, not wanting to explain why. I don't even remember getting hit there.

She doesn't push on the subject and says, "I'll let Anthony know you're awake so he can explain."

She grabs a pill bottle and says, "Take this. It'll help with your dizziness, but it will make you a little drowsy." I pop the pill, and she hands me a cup of water. She leaves to grab Anthony, so I look around the room.

A few minutes later, Anthony walks into the room. "Hi..." He says, scratching his neck.

"Hi?" I ask, not knowing what else to say.

"As you can tell, I didn't bring you to a hospital. Our base has this clinic. That way, no one questions our injuries." He says. I nod and wait for him to continue. "I'm assuming you witnessed the exchange at the dock." He says.

Well, shit. Cece was right. He's actually in a gang. Who else does exchanges with a big group and guns? Maybe it was drugs.

"Oh," I say, still not knowing what to say.

"I'm sure you've heard rumors about me. Serial killer, gang leader, and really good in bed." He ends in a teasing tone.

I scoff and say, "Ya right."

His lips curve upward, and he says, "You're taking this much better than I think most people would."

"Well, if you were a serial killer, wouldn't I be dead?" I ask.

"You're not my type." He says with a shrug.

"So you're not going to kill me because I know about your little gang?" I ask.

"Actually..." He says, grabbing his gun.

My eyes widen, and he starts laughing. "Fucking asshole," I mumble.

I notice he doesn't even have a gun on him and roll my eyes. I try to sit up again but wince in pain. I sigh and look at Anthony.

"So what's the plan?" I ask.

He grabs a bag filled with different medications and says, "You have to take these to help your injuries. She also suggested you stay in bed for another day."

He slightly fidgets, and I ask, "Is that all?"

"About your injuries..." He says. The bruises?

"She says your... bruises are abnormal. And I know you do the fighting thing, but are they all from fighting?" He asks gently.

I don't answer for a few moments. Are we going to lie or tell the truth? I mean, no one knows the whole truth.

"Please don't lie to me, Sunshine. I can protect you if you tell me who did this to you." He says, brushing a stray hair away from my face.

"I'm only sharing because you didn't let me die. I'll kill you if you try to share this information with anyone." I say seriously. Bitch how? You can't even get out of bed.