𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐧 𝐎𝐱𝐲𝐠𝐞𝐧.

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"You wanted a dare, big boy."

einstein's skittles | ella

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"Sooo... what now?" Jake asked looking up at me, from where he was sitting on the ground.

Why is he sitting on the ground you ask? Well, I'd be stuffed if I knew. I mean there's a perfectly fine chair in the corner. I have told him this repeatedly, but 'it's too far, I'd have to yell at you so you could hear me, and I'd wake up the whole ward' was his only reply.

Suit yourself, Jake. Sit on the infected hospital floor where hundreds have probably vomited or shit themselves.

You do you.

"I don't know, to be honest. I usually just sleep the time away..." I reply to Jake again. He's only asked me the same question 5 times. You would think someone like him would have at least one creative, slightly entertaining idea.

But no.

So here I am, sitting in a hospital bed after my little relapse at the carnival, and the doctors have asked I stay for another three days for observation. I mean, I'm used to it, but this time around, Jake is here. And I hate to admit it, but sleeping is just not possible right now.

"We could play truth or dare again?" Jake say's looking up at me.

"WOW, original Jake..." I drone.

"Well, I don't hear you giving any bright suggestions Einstein!"

"Fine. I'll play your lame game."

"Good. Now I'll go first."

"Truth or dare, Jake?" I said bored already.

"Dare." He said instantly.

Ohhh He was looking for a challenge huh?

"I, Ella Lucoe, dare you, Jake Eves, to steal something from the vending machine."

"Seriously?" He said turning around to face me.

"Seriously. You wanted a dare big boy. Now you've got one. Oh, and try to get me some skittles while you're there."

"Fine." He huffed walking out of the room.

I smirked lying back on the pillows behind me.

This was going to be interesting.

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"Y-You set off an alarm?" I breathed out, struggling to speak through my fits of laughter.

"It's not funny." A putting Jake grumbled, "I nearly got kicked out, then you would have been stuck in here all alone. Gods could you imagine being here for three days without me!" He huffed, hand over his heart.

"I wouldn't be able to manage Jake, it would break me," I said seriously, before cracking back into laughter.

"Fine." He huffed again sitting down to his previous spot. "It's your turn... Truth or dare?"

"Truth," I replied. It's not like I can really leave the bed.

"Boooorrrriiinnnnngggg..." He mumbled.

"Hey, it's not my fault I can't get out of bed without triggering a thousand things!"

"Well... how about this, how long has it been since you got your hair buzzed?"

"Round about 1 month after I was diagnosed, and my hair starting falling out. Rather than waiting I just took it all off in one sweep and donated it."