The Coffee Chronicles

Chapter 7

Hey guys! So I bring you a longer chapter this time I hope you enjoy it I'm pretty proud of this one. As some of you may know this story is my first real attempt at writing so there will be errors and I'm sorry just kindly point them out. Follow along with Emily and love her as I do. Also feel free to talk to me leave a comment a vote and what not. Happy reading -love tori

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                       CHAPTER 7

"Mom, close the curtains! It's too bright." Emily mumbles. She hears a chuckle sound off to her right. 'That's not my mom.' Stirring around in her bed, she feels a pinch on her left arm as she starts to try and turn over on her side.

    Cool hands touch her shoulders and push her back into place, the tugging and pinching lessens a bit.

    Coming too, she opens her eyes, squinting at the harsh fluorescent that lines the ceiling. 'That ceiling isn't mine.' Opening one eye, she closes the other as she tries to see around the room. Her eyes have yet to adjust. 'This room isn't mine.' Panic begins to build slowly, increasing her heartbeat in her chest.

    "Hey, gumdrop. How are you feeling?" His voice knocks her out of her trance slash panic. She slowly looks over at 'Mr. Rich And Always Around Stalker Pants'.

    Deadpanning, she said, "You brought me to a hospital. Why?" Emily begins moving her arms in added affect, feeling the tug on her arm once again. She looks down and sees an IV attached to her, giving her fluids.

    Vince avoids answering her questions as he watches her look at the IV. "You were severely dehydrated. You also fainted on the street. You're lucky I was around. There was no one else who could have helped." Came his snarky reply. Well. Maybe she should thank him for saving her tail after all.

    "Thanks," she remarks, quietly under her breath.

    "Excuse me? What did you say?"

    "Thank you." She says sheepishly, a bit louder, looking at her hands. She knew what he was doing.

    "I still can't hear you." He cups his hand around his ear to emphasize his point.

    "I said thank you, you twit. How many times do I have to say it? Thank you for finding me and getting me help. There, are you happy?" Emily exclaims loudly, clearly agitated.

    "Overjoyed." Vince has a smug grin on his face as he sits in a small hospital chair next to her bed. From the wrinkles of his suit, she can tell he's been there for a while.