“Ms. King? The doctor says you are free to leave.” Said a woman dressed in white as she walked over to the bed where I was. She handed me my clothes so I could dress while she started to strip the bed and take down the IV that they’d had me on for the last several hours.
I shut the bathroom door behind me and sighed as I looked at the small pile of clothes the nurse had given me. If I had anything else to wear I would but sadly it was either my beer-soaked clothes or the hospital gown I was currently wearing.
I couldn’t help but wrinkle my nose as I pulled on the black jeans and sparkly silver tank that I’d worn to the club last night. Only when I was finished dressing did I allow myself to look in the mirror. At 5’8 I was average in height and had an athlete’s body. My Italian heritage made sure that I’d never be pale and my eyes and hair were dark. Normally, my hair was a dark brown with a golden undertone cute into a cool, edgy bob. And normally, I didn’t have the back of my head bandaged and sixteen stitches above my left eye. But, that’s exactly what I saw looking into the mirror. A bandaged head and stitched up face. Great, just great.
I didn’t usually get into fights but then against I didn’t usually go clubbing. I’d gotten talked into going by my friend Crystal. She thought it’d be a fun way to celebrate the start of Christmas break. I shook my head at the memory but winced as the back of my head throbbed.
I sighed again as I gave myself one last look in the mirror before stepping back into the room. The nurse was gone and black pumps were on the chair. I slipped the hospital’s slippers off, replacing them for my pumps before heading for the nurse’s station to sign my release forms. Crystal was waiting for me in the lobby so I didn’t have to worry about calling her.
The first thing I did when I got back to my apartment was take a shower. I had to be careful of my head and face but I didn’t care. It felt so good to wash away everything—the smell of smoke, the beer, and the memories. Last night at the club I’d seen someone that I’d hoped to never see again. It figured that the one time I decided to go clubbing I’d see Bill Kaulitz.
We’d had a fallout a few years ago and hadn’t talked since. Well, technically it had been with his brother Tom, but since the two were practically inseparable, I hadn’t talked to Bill since the incident either. Not that he didn’t try though. He’d called a lot in the beginning but slowly stopped once he’d realized that I wasn’t going to pick up.
But, that’s in the past. I reminded myself, stepping out of the shower. A quick brush through my hair and an exchange of towel for sweats and I was ready for bed. I didn’t know what time it was but I didn’t care; I was tired.
An hour later, I was still awake. Stupid bitch. Bill wasn’t the one I had gotten into a fight with at the club; whatever bimbo that had thought I was trying to steal him had started it. She’d just gotten back from somewhere and saw him making his way toward me and decided that I was a man stealing whore who needed to be put in her place. Why Bill had been walking toward me, I never found out because she pushed past him and got to me first, throwing a full glass of beer on me. After that, well, it was on. In fact it only stopped because I hit my head when someone pushed out of the way of a broken bottle that the bitch had aimed at my head.
I groaned. Just thinking about it made my head throb. I groaned again knowing that I’d have to get up if I ever wanted to sleep. The doctor had given me some pills to help the pain but I didn’t know where I’d put them.
I had just finished my search of the bathroom and come up empty when I heard the door to my apartment open and close. I froze until I recognized the voices coming from my living room. With a sigh, I straightened up.
“You’re not welcome here. And who let you in, anyway?” I asked as I came face to face with the twins.
Tom, who’d had his back to me as he talked to Bill, spun around at the sound of my voice. “Kristin, I…”
