Truth be Told ✔️

Chapter 37

My head throbbed. My stomach was tumbling and flipping in all directions. And everything else was numb.

Unable to feel anything else or do anything else, my eyelids slowly separated, hopeful my surroundings would give me clarity.

But what I thought would be a hospital bed in a boring white room was actually a garden growing in my bedroom. And no, twenty percent of me was fairly certain this wasn't a dream not a hallucination.

Carnations. They were everywhere. And in every color. I was speechless.

A door swung open. "Alexa?...Oh god your awake!"

Suddenly arms engulfed me, sending a shooting pain through my spine at the sudden torque. "Agh!" I cried out.

And then, just as quickly as I was picked up, I was laid back down. And instead of next to me, Seth was in front of me, a full-on panicked look etched on his face. "I'm so sorry!" He apologized profusely.

"What time is it?"

"It's Wednesday. 11 at night."

My eyes widened. I had been passed out for a while. "Oh," I said quietly. "Well, what happened? What's up?"

He looked at me in disbelief. "What's up?" He repeated. He stared at me. "Alexa, I hit you. You passed out because of me. You broke your foot. God what's up is that I've been thinking of all the ways to kill myself."

"Seth!" I exclaimed angrily, the consideration sending a pit falling to the depths of me. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I hit you," he said softly. His eyes were getting a sullen look and he looked like he was about to beat up on himself again. The sight tore me in two. I had never seen him so broken up about anything. "While they nursed you, I drove helplessly around the circles. My head was spinning with how the hell I could fix what happened."

"And then?"

"Graham called."

Ugh. That wasn't the answer I was looking for. I was hoping that Seth, in his hour of desperation for redemption, would call Blake and settle their stupid grudge match. But he was not so slyly avoiding the topic of discussion of what became of his archenemy.

Seth gestures to the room. "And yeah, this happened."

"How did I get back here?"

Seth pulled up to the bed a flimsy lawn chair that had clearly been collecting dust in the garage. "Well, mom and dad were still out working and I was too far away to reach you in time so when they called saying you had been discharged, I got another call from Graham saying he had picked you up, along with some other stuff, and would take you home."

"Nobody else called me or came to see me?" I croaked.

Seth reached over to my nightstand. "Oh, no, Alexa, you've gotten a ton of missed calls." He grabbed my phone and handed it to me.

My eyes widened with the news. I greedily grabbed my phone and wasted no time flicking through the notifications. There were calls and messages and voicemails from any and everybody in the grade. But most of the messages, from the brief overview I had, only apologized for the horrid cruelty of the bruins. None of them acknowledged that Seth was there too.

But none of the dozens of messages were from Blake either.

"What happened at the movies?" I asked softly.