The Badass Saved Everyone's Ass

Chapter 19: I regret you."

ZOEY'S POV

I stare at the tiled ceiling of the hospital. I don't want to look at them. I've just woken up but I'm not confused at all.

They're all pissed.

"Why?" Axel blurts. I look at him. His hair is really messy because he ran his hair through it so many times, his hand is bandaged, and his shirt is really wrinkled.

What happened to his hand?

"What happened to your hand?" I ask. I'm surprised when my voice isn't gravelly or too quiet.

"Don't change the subject." He snaps.

"I wasn't." I whisper.

"Why?" He asks again. "Why would you do that? You know you died? Your heart stopped. They filled you up with blood and they brought you back and stitched you up." He crosses his arms. "You were dead, Zoey. I can't live without you. Why? You knew he could kill you, but you did it anyways."

"He's a bad person. I would've done it if it was anyone else."

"But it wasn't. This was the guy that was your best friend. He almost killed you. You risked everything to kill him. Why? Start talking Zoey, or I swear to god-"

"He was helping my father. Dead or alive, he's put people through enough. I don't want someone, no matter who it is, doing that. And he ripped my jacket. He was just asking for it."

He's fighting back a smirk.

I struggle to sit up but it hurts my arms. I fall back on the pillow with an irritated sigh.

"You died, Zoey." He whispers.

"But I'm not dead. Help me sit up please?" I ask impatiently. He steps forward and helps me sit up.

"I need a hug." He says.

I open my arms and he pulls me close, his grip tight.

"Now," Mom starts when he lets go. "Did you at least manage to kill him?"

"I think so." I frown. "I shot him twice in the shoulder and I stabbed him in the spleen and he collapsed but I don't know if he bled out or not. I really think he did but I didn't check his pulse...I was more concerned about getting the hell out of there before I uh...collapsed too." I look at Axel. "What happened to your hand?"

"I slipped in some glass-"

"Don't lie, boy." Papa cuts in. "He punched your car window because he got mad that you were dying."

I look at Axel. "Are you okay?"

"You don't care I punched your window?"

I shrug. "Not really. Where's my jacket?"

Axel reaches behind my bed and hands it to me.

Sewing won't do it justice. It's done for. I clench my fists around the fabric, tracing the rip with my fingertip.

That fucking bastard!

I could seriously cry.

The doc comes in and raises his eyebrows when I'm awake. "Good morning Zoey." He smiles.

"Hi." I mutter.

"What's the matter?"

"That bastard ripped my jacket."

"Who?" He asks. "Ryan?"

I clench my jaw. "Yes. Am I going to jail?"

"For killing Ryan?"