Deer Luhan, With Love

80

Chapter 80 – In Which I Am a Horizontally-Walking Disaster

Deer Luhan,

I will admit to being an idiot this once, but in my defence I was probably still high.

Leigh

It was with disappointment and confusion that I discovered the screen of my phone had cracked quite dramatically when I’d fallen down the stairs.  Or possibly when I’d been stabbed.  Nobody was entirely sure.  But according to Suho, I had discovered the cracked screen before, only I’d forgotten about it just as quickly.

“I can’t see everything,” I complained, tilting it upwards in the hope that the missing bottom corner would scroll into view.

“It’s okay,” he told me.  “You just need to get the screen replaced and it’ll all be fine.  You said it was still under warranty.”

“Did I?”  I frowned.  “Was I lying?”

He chuckled and ruffled my hair.  I scratched at the fractures in the screen, trying to pull it apart.  Maybe if I got the ruined bit off, I’d be able to see more.

“Careful.”  He took it off me again.  I promptly forgot about it and looked around for a new distraction.

“Where’s Luhan?” I asked.  “Can I get up?”

“No you cannot,” Kai butted in.  “The doctor said you’ll need crutches to walk, and your arm is currently in no condition to support your weight.”

“In any case,” said Suho, “you fell over yesterday when you tried to get out of bed, and didn’t they have to x-ray your leg?”

I grinned sheepishly.

“They said your shin was fractured,” Sehun put in from the corner, where he was reading a newspaper.  “You don’t want to injure yourself anymore.”

“But I want to get out of bed!” I whined.

Folding the newspaper, Sehun got to his feet.  “Fine.  Where’s the wheelchair?”

“But I want to walk!”  I kicked my feet petulantly.  Sehun stopped and gave me a judgemental look.

“If you say one more thing about it just being lying vertically, I swear…” he warned, trailing off ominously.  I gulped.  How had he known I was about to use that as an argument?

In between trying to escape from my room to get outside and the boys taking it in turns to look after me, I must at some point have decided to teach Suho some English.

“Little Lyra Reynolds likes licking Luhan’s rhinocerous and running along long runways,” he told Luhan one day when my double walked in.  Luhan halted and stared at him in surprise.

“The f*ck did you just say?”

Suho merely pointed at me.  “She’s been teaching me to differentiate my Rs and Ls,” he announced.

“Is the rhinocerous supposed to be an innuendo?” asked Lay, coming in behind Luhan.

“She shook some soot out at sea when she saw sheep on the ship sh*tting where she sat,” Suho continued.

“Sitting,” I mumbled, yawning as the morphine began to kick in again.

Suho glanced over at me.  “I just swore, didn’t I?”