Billie stayed with me for the rest of my time in the hospital.
Even when I tried to make her, she just wouldn't leave.
It made me feel really special.
In a sense I did feel kind of bad for holding up her tour but...
As Cici would say:
'Sorry not sorry'
I was now walking down the corridor, hand wrapped within Billie's as we exited the hospital, almost a week after I was admitted.
Okay I kind of lied.
I was wheeled out of the hospital. I had broken a few bones in my legs and they needed a few weeks to heal.
I was put into a stage of being self conscious. I was always worried about how I looked and now I just embraced the fact that I in fact looked like a racoon on crack.
Holy shit.
The Racoon.
"Billie." I croaked out.
She looked at me curiously.
"Mind getting my phone?"
She nodded and grabbed my purse that was hanging on the chair. She rummaged through it until she pulled out my cellular device, handing it to me.
I instantly dialled my baby sisters' number.
"Hello?" She replied after the second ring.
"Hey. How are you feeling?" I asked sympathetically.
I barely realized that she had her amputation already and I missed it. I missed it because I was being selfish.
Stuck in a fucking hospital.
"Like I'm not even myself. Its horrifying." She whined.
I winced at her tone, feeling her pain for a second.
"I will come visit you soon. Promise."
"Will you bring Billie?" She asked hopefully.
I could practically see the shine in her baby blue eyes.
I smiled at the thought.
"Yeah sis." I replied, sporting a smile.
A silent cheer was heard over the phone, followed by a giggle and a - male voice?
"Mel who is with you?" I instantly turned into the overprotective sister I was beneath all the burning hate for her.
"N-nobody! I am working on - impressions!" She responded, guilt lacing her panicked tone.
"Why you-" The line went dead, cutting me off.
Billie chuckled, having heard the conversation. We approached the big black car, seeing the window roll down to reveal my favorite lovers.
"Sup." Finneas greeted.
Cierra looked at us, seeming out of it.
Then I noticed her hair messed up and the slight fold in her collar with smudged lipstick.
"Gross." I muttered.
Cierra blushed, rolling her eyes as if it was nothing new.
"Get in the damn car before I make you crippled permanently."
My eyes widened.
Finneas hopped out of the front seat to assist his sister in lifting me off the wheelchair and into the car.
Once inside, I buckled up and as Finneas folded the wheelchair and placed it in the back, I leaned forward to talk to Cici.
"I love you, but please learn to at least try to not look like you did it in the car."
She scoffed and swatted my face away.
Billie entered the car seconds later, phone in hand.
She angled the camera towards me telling me to pose.
My face formed the most awkward face ever. It was as if talking to your crush, and picture day were in one frame and it made me sick.
"I hate it. Delete it." I criticized, reaching for the phone.
She pulled away.
"Really? Because I think this might be my favorite picture of you." She complimented.
I smiled and shifted my gaze to the ground.
She kissed my cheek and leaned back in her chair, smiling at me.
My phone dinged seconds later with a notification marked:
'you have been tagged in a post'
Huh?
I pressed the notification, it taking me directly to Instagram and to Billie's page.
There it was.
The picture she had just taken. I gagged at the thought of it.
That was until I saw the caption.
wherearetheavocados
all mine 😍
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A/N
Here is a semi-filler chapter because Cici wouldn't stop nagging me.
Thanks for reading! <3
