The Dysfunction Of Evan: Books 1-3 Collection

10. Fuck Me, No Really, please.

My head was in some serious pain. I carefully opened my eyes, trying to see through the blinding light. I could hear voices, but I couldn't place who they belonged to or what they were saying. I could feel warm hands on my face. I tried to move, but couldn't.

"Astrid? Can you hear me?" I think it was Ray. I moaned in response. "I called for a squad. You hit your head really hard. We've got you out of the tub and we've stopped the bleeding."

I felt really tired and closed my eyes again. When I opened them, I was in a dark room that smelled like bleach. I moaned in pain.

"I'm right here, darling." I heard Tom's voice. It was soft and close. I realized he was holding my hand. I turned to look at him. He looked exhausted, his eyes were bloodshot and his shirt reeked of blood.

"What happened?" I asked.

"You oh so gracefully managed to give yourself a nasty concussion and a pretty deep cut on your head." He said. "You'll be staying a couple days in the hospital."

"You look like a mess." I muttered.

"I didn't want to leave you. I've got someone bringing me a change of clothes."

"What time is it?"

"It's around nine. You're family was here, but they'll be back tomorrow." He said. "I'm going to let the nurse know you're awake. They need to do an exam." He kissed my fingers and left the room, returning a few moments later with a small blond girl.

"Hi, my name is Clara, I'm your nurse. Can you tell me your name?" She said. She was wearing light green scrubs.

"Astrid Long." I said.

"Good. Do you know what year it is?" She asked. She stood next to me.

"2018." I replied.

"Perfect. Do you know who the president is?"

"Cheeto man." I said. She chuckled.

"Do you know where you are?"

"A hospital in LA." I replied.

"You're at UCLA Medical Center. You've been here for a few hours, and you'll be staying a couple days. You took a nasty fall and hit your head pretty hard, we want to monitor you and make sure the damage is only superficial. You do have a concussion, and we need to keep an eye on you for that, to make sure your condition doesn't get worse." She explained. She started taking my vitals.

"You're blood pressure is elevated, are you in pain?" She asked.

"My head is killing me." I said.

"I'll call your doctor and see what we can give you for pain. Are you hungry?"

"I'm nauseous." The mere thought of food made my stomach turn.

"I'll see if I can get you something for that, too. I'll be back shortly." She gave me a friendly smile as she left. Tom came back to my side.

"How mad is everyone?" I asked.

"No ones mad. Accidents happen." He said grabbing onto my hands. He was so warm, I wanted to cuddle with him, feel his arms around me.

"Can I get you anything?" He asked quietly. I shook my head. There really wasn't anything I needed, except for the world to stop spinning. There was a tap on the door and Tom's assistant appeared with two bags.

"Thank you." Tom said to him. "I'm going to go change, I'll be right back." He kissed my forehead. He grabbed the bag that was handed to him.

"I brought you a few things, too. You're laptop, phone charger, your Lokitty, and some pajama's and toiletries." He said.