I sat patiently in the hall at the hospital, my arms crossed as I stared to the floor.
Courtney sat beside me, patiently. We'd been waiting for hours for a doctor to update us on Damien's situation.
We were left so deep in the dark.
"So.." I quietly mustered, turning to Courtney.
"Why did you stage a crime scene in the hall.."
She turned to me, her raising an eyebrow, completing a puzzled look on her face.
"With the blood soaked pillow? Why didn't you just tell them what happened.."
"And what, risk being arrested?" She muttered.
My brow raised in confusion.
"We did nothing wrong?"
"Olivia and I did? We sold that guy drugs.." she shrugged, "if they saw what we'd been cooking in your apartment they wouldn't have questioned it and we'd all be in jail.."
"So.. you staged a fake attack in the hall?"
"Yeah, it was the only way.." she huffed, shrugging her shoulders.
"And what about the crazy guy? Is he still in our apartment.?!"
"Olivia is dealing with our unwanted guest now, but you can't breathe a word of this." She shook her head. "Or we will all go down."
I took in a deep breath, feeling this weight being forced onto my shoulders.
"You ladies waiting about Damien?" A voice called.
Our heads perked up as we were met with a gleeful doctor.
We nodded as she flipped back and fro thought pages on her clipboard.
"I'm afraid his condition is unclear, he's stable but we're not sure of any internal trauma just yet." She sighed, shaking her head. "You'll have to come back in a few days when we get our results back. I'm sorry."
I let out a sigh, turning to Courtney who's head was bowed.
"Alright. I'm gonna go." I muttered, pushing myself up from my seat and beginning to walk down the hall.
"Boze? Boze, wait!" Courtney called before quickly jogging upto my side.
"What." I sighed as we both stopped.
"I can't just let you go, not like this." She huffed, dropping her shoulders.
"I can't let you leave with a clear conscious knowing you're not okay."
"I'll be fine." I muttered before continuing my walk.
"But where will you go?" Courtney called, seeming stressed and defeated.
"I'm going to get a drink."
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FanfictionBoze, a 22 year old with her whole future ahead of her! But her life takes a dark turn when she's suddenly in dire need of money, how low will she stoop? Who will be there for her and assist in picking up the broken piece of What once was.. her futu...
