Poison Ivy

CHAPTER 10 (NEW)

Chapter 10

Ivy

"Do you have any idea how bad he is?"

"No, but his dad said he was stable."

"Do we know how he got to the hospital?"

"No but that bastard the appreciate had something to do with why Ryder was shot. Knowing Ryder he got himself there." Jack said to Dana, I remained quiet in the seat in front of them. My shoulders were still aching from carrying Ryder's weight and getting him to the car.

I dropped him at the hospital. Now I was having this feeling in my stomach and I couldn't explain it. It was like... guilt and I wanted to roll my eyes even thinking that word. Fuck me. I had nothing to be guilty over—nothing. I got him to the hospital, I could have left him to bleed out. But I didn't.

So why was I feeling guilty, when I had done more then what was expected of me?

I needed to get out of here, I needed fresh air. I pushed the chair back, just as the bell rang. I didn't like feeling emotions and feeling anything for Ryder was a fucking mistake.

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Stupidity led me to here. Legit one stupid guilt ridden thought had got me here. I looked down the ward of the hospital. And I again questioned myself, had I lost my mind? Why was I here! Instead of turning and running from the hospital I headed down the passageway and headed for Ryder's room.

Just as I went to knock, I heard the hissing of voices.

"If the appreciate got you here, they would have said something." I heard Ryder's voice snap at him. "For all me know a stranger could have found you on the dock bleeding out."

I didn't want to eavesdrop on their conversation. So I knocked and the ajar door opened and my eyes locked with those of Ryder's.

"Hi." I say one word and felt like an idiot for saying it.

Ryder's dad looked me up and down. "Whose this?" He asked.

Your enemy I thought to myself.

"Ivy." Ryder said, and had no emotion in his voice.

"Not your normal type." His dad muttered and then brushed my shoulder as he walked out. I was frozen in the doorway.

"What are you doing here Ivy? You here cause you feeling guilty?" Ryder said, and my eyes snapped up.

"Guilty?" I said the one word. That was exactly what I was feeling. I composed myself. "Why would I feel guilty?"

He scoffed. "Last time we talked, you made it clear we wouldn't be speaking again."

I hesitated in the doorway.

"At least come in." Ryder basically snapped at me and I did. God why was I nervous, why was I feeling guilty—what was wrong with me.