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I saw Nikis comment on Gabis Instagram and grinned. Last I knew she hated my guts, so this is major improvement.
"Did you see Nikis comment?" I asked Gabi who was sitting next to my hospital bed.
She shook her head no so I showed her it and she immediately smiled.
"She told me she was going to give you a chance before she knew we broke up, but I didn't expect her to be so supportive."
"Really? She said told you that?" I questioned, not knowing anything of this.
"Yeah, after the whole fiasco at Frannys house."
"Wow, talk about bad timing." I chuckled.
"Mr. Musto?" A nurse said as she knocked on my hospital room door.
"Looks like you're almost cleared, expect to go home tonight." She continued.
I have been in the hospital for a week now. If it were up to me I would've been out of here days ago, I'm fine now. Gabi wanted me to stay the full week until my vitals were all completely back to normal.
"Thank you." Gabi said as the nurse walked out of my room.
She looked at me with the biggest smile.
God I amso fucking in love with her.
Although this whole situation sucked, at least it brought her back to me. I was worried she was completely over and done with me.
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After just lounging in my room all day around eleven at night I was discharged so Gabi and I went back to my house to sleep.
GABIS POV
I sat up waiting for Bear to wake up. After sitting on my phone for a few minutes I looked down to see him smiling up at me.
I gave him a small smile, playing with my fingers.
"What's up?" He questioned as he sat up, knowing something was bothering me just from my body language.
"Can we get rid of all your drugs?" I asked quickly, nervous on his reaction.
I want him to get better and this is the first step. He needs them taken away from him. Out of sight, out of mind.
He stared at me for a minute as if he was having an eternal battle with himself. Then he nodded slowly.
"I just want you to get better." I added.
"I want me to get better too."
I sighed a sigh of relief. I can't stand the thought of what happened last week happening again. We could not get as lucky as we did this time.
He got up and went into his dresser pulling out two plastic pill bottles containing rectangular pills. The same pills I found in his orange jacket that one night at my apartment, vicodin. Then he proceeded to pull out another baggy full of the familiar white dust.
I just stared at him for a minute from the bed, not expecting him to have so many drugs in the house.
I slowly got up and lead him to the bathroom. I opened the toilet lid and took a step back. He replaced my spot next to the toilet. He took a deep breath and opened a pill bottle and turned it upside down, pouring the pills out. This action was repeated with the second pill bottle. Then the bag of cocaine was poured in as well.
I walked up behind him as he gazed down at the white mess in the toilet water. I rubbed his back as I reached and pulled the handle down. We sat and watched as the pills and murky water swirled till it was gone.
I grabbed his hand and led him back to the bed where I threw him down and straddled him. I began trailing kisses along his jaw. I wanted to show him that I'm proud of him.
He immediately responded, rubbing himself against me. I removed his shirt, him mimicking my actions. Then he ripped my pants and panties off and removed his own. Soon it was just skin on skin, a feeling I've missed.
