Wronged

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QOC: Chinese food or Mexican food?

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A/N:

Alright well I've come up with two possible ship names I think.

1. Aidenna
2. Aina

It's hard to have a ship name for them since they're letters are so similar, so that's the best I got. Help me choose!!

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- Anna's POV -

My legs wobble underneath me, and I fall toward the ground. I didn't hit it though, because Dakota is holding me up on one side and a nurse on the other. I feel my brother's grip on my arm tighten in fear as I cling onto the silver guard poles beside me.

I release a quick huff of annoyance and then wince due to the pain that act put into my stomach and chest. I can't even walk anymore, let alone defend myself.

I shake my head. "I can't do this. I'm...I just can't do it."

"Can't never did anything, shortie," Nico says behind me. I glare at him even though my back is turned. Maybe. But "can" eventually turned into "cannot."

My nurse, who's name I learned yesterday was Felicia, helps me to my wheelchair. I stare at it in distaste before climbing in with a few small grunts. Stupid chair.

"Everything good?" she asks kindly.

I nod.

"Alrighty then," she sighs. "Visiting is open in her room." Felicia tells this to everyone else in the room. Nico nods and gives me a small smile, Lily stirring in his arms to look at me curiously.

Despite the situation, she still got her happy ending. That's all that matters. Ms. Sloan is supposed to arrive today to finalize documents concerning Lily's rightful home. She's coming here because I won't be leaving for another three or four days and no one wants to leave either while I'm in this state.

I can just imagine Aiden's thoughts churning around. Even if he is ignoring me, he has a lot going on. And I know he cares that I'm in here. I know he does. I just must hurt him whenever he sees a resemblance of a dead baby.

Felicia wheels me back to my room in silence, thankfully leaving me in my thoughts. Once she assists me in getting into bed, I thank her half-heartedly and watch as she leaves the room.

I sigh through my nose and reach over to my little desk thing and grab my phone off of the surface. The screen lights up with a notification from Nico. I almost snort. He's been sending me his own made-up inspirational quotes and sending them to me everyday, at least three times a day.

Nico:

NicoQuotes #16

Before you give up, think about why you held on for so long before.

I smile and little and swipe the text message away to present myself in front of the lock screen. My fingers type in the four number combination: 4835 before it opens up to messages, particularly Nico's.