Chicken (2doc)

Chapter 19

I was relaxing on the cubical bed waiting for Dents to get back. I was a little shocked at how surprisingly little they were doing for me but as long as it meant getting out of here I didn't really care.

A mop of blue poked there head in through the curtains. "Uh you ready?"

"Yep-p" I said popping the p and standing up.

I pulled back the curtain and began making my way out of the A&E along side dents, waving a by to Perry the Nurse-y boy who looked quite busy with some old bird complaining about her dodgy hip.

"Poor lads gonna be there hours" I chuckled darkly.

"Probably" Dents laughed along. "So what else did they do for ya? Yunno after I left?"

I pushed open the main door to freedom, wincing slightly from the pressure, but still held it open for him.

"Nout' really. Just gave me some advice and a leaflet.. Bout it really.."

I handed over the leaflet id received and 2d glanced it over.

"Whose numbers dat?" He quirked a brow.

"Perry's. Reckons I won't go the GP if I need advice, and I mean he ain't wrong, so he gave us his number if we need."

A frown made it's way onto his face and despite brushing it off with a simple 'alright' I couldn't help but noticed he looked kinda hurt.

So I continued "I'm pretty sure it was more for your benefit. He could tell how concerned you are and how many shits I couldn't give."

His expression didn't change all that much so I just pushed of the slight feeling of guilt I had as we neared our parking space.

It was ridiculous I had nothing to feel guilty over. He gave me his number, I didn't ask for it!

Besides he shouldn't care.

He shouldn't care as much as I shouldn't feel guilty.....

I sighed from my inward battle as we neared the car.

Despite Dents protest to let him drive on the way here given my condition, I wouldn't let him. He didn't seem to put up a fight this time round thankfully as he headed straight for the passenger side.

"No argument?" I questioned.

He looked at me from over the hood of the car. "Nah"

I shrugged and placed the key into the door, unlocking it.

The car itself was a simple silver BMW convertible. Probably a lovely little car one, I mean hell it still is, just a little battered. I bought it when it was still fairly fresh looking, but obviously I've added a lovely collection of personal scratches, dents and other various marks.

I decided to drive this car rather than My stylo. Given the circumstances I didn't want to risk having an accident in my baby. This car was for knocking about and reckless driving, I didn't care so much for it.

I slid into the drivers seat putting the keys in the ignition.

I turned to check on dents and noticed he had his face stuck in that dang leaflet.

He was reading it pretty slowly, focusing on each and every word. He had his tongue sticking out adorably the way he always does when focusing hard. I coughed to get his attention.

"Humm?"

"Yunno you don't have to read it?" I laughed.

He just shrugged at me "I wanna make sure you're looking after yourself right.."