Living with the Bad Boy

We've Got Some Work To Do

For those of you just now tuning in, I thought It'd be good to let you know that I've taken down parts of this story due to major grammatical errors. I'm currently working on new updates, though I'm not sure when they will be posted.

CHAPTER 10: WE’VE GOT SOME WORK TO DO

“Is she going to be alright?”

“Do you think we need to take her to the ER?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“What do we do, Hunter?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know!”

I drift in and out of sleep. These are the voices I hear when I awake this time.  They talk in hushed voices, like they‘re scared to wake me, but also in worried tones-I think that‘s what it is-they’re worried. I want to open my eyes, I can’t move, though. I feel so exhausted. I groan.

“Look, she’s waking up!” That’s Luke’s voice.

“Haiden! Can you open your eyes?” Lucy asks. 

I inwardly moan, and hastily lift my eyelids. Ouch-they burn. I blink repeatedly and when they adjust, I see Lucy, Luke, and Hunter peering over me, just inches away from my face. I jerk back in surprise, and my eyes go wide.

Jeez, why are they all hunched over me like that? And why is it so bright in here?

“What’s going on?” My voice is groggy. They back away some. 

Hunter glances between Luke and Lucy. 

“Are you feeling okay?” Lucy ignores me. “Do you need anything?”

I swallow and nod. “W-water,” I rasp.

Lucy stands, and disappears from my sight. Minutes later, she reappears carrying a full glass of water and something else in her right hand.

I sit up and rest my head on the arm of the couch. Holy crap, my head hurts. Why do I have such a bad headache? I don’t know, I don’t want to think right now. 

I wince as I rest my head on the couch arm. Hunter gives me a cautious look.

“Here, take these.” Lucy hands me two small capsules along with the water. 

I swallow both pills at the same time and drink the rest of the water with no problem. 

Minutes have passed, and nobody has said anything. We’re just glancing back and forth to each other. 

I finally get enough courage to speak up, but I’m worried what the answer will be. “So… what happened?”