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thirty three

"You think just because you got shot that you can have a boy in your bed?"

Ben's teasing voice pried my eyes open, not that I was really sleeping in the first place. I was just trying to be still enough to let him sleep. I glanced over at him and saw he was still sleeping, his breathing slow and deep, and couldn't help but smile. I told him, "Please don't wake him up. Where's Mom and Dad?"

"Talking to your doctor," he took a seat in the chair that David was once in, so I had to lift my head to see him. "Want me to move it to the other side?"

"Yeah."

He did.

"If you ever do some bullshit like that again, I'll shoot you myself," he frowned once he got settled. "You freaked everyone the fuck out. That's not fair. You don't just get to decide to do that."

"Yeah, well, I think when I was in a coma for three days, I learned my lesson," I sighed, not ready for yet another lecture on my stupidity. "I liked you a lot better when I was dying."

"I'm sorry," it was probably the only time Ben would ever tell me he was sorry, so even if it was shitty, I accepted it. "Can't believe you took a bullet for David. Fucking prick."

"Are you okay?" I asked him, completely ignoring his statement. "I'm really sorry about Liza. It's all my fault, you know. I told him the whole story, and he wanted to kill her. It's all my fault. I'm really sorry."

"I'm good, Honey. Everything's good now. You shouldn't even think like that. Everyone knew Ernst was fucked up," Ben sighed. "It was really only a matter of time. You didn't pull the trigger; he did."

"I know, but... I told him about David and everything. He was trying to avenge me."

"Did you tell him about Alexis Garcia? You don't even know her. None of this is your fault," he raised his voice a bit as if that would better drill it through my skull.

"You're going to wake him up," I frowned. Ben rolled his eyes.

"Like I give a fuck if I interrupt his sleep," he scoffed. "I have to hand it to him, though. He's been here more than I have, and I feel like I've been here too much."

"He loves me," I told Ben.

"I know," he replied.

"Okay. Did anyone post on Instagram for me?"

"You are such an attention whore," Ben laughed at my words. "Yes, many people posted on Instagram for you. And Mom's facebook updates have gotten hundreds of thousands of comments. You're basically famous, Honey. It's been all over the news."

"I have to be an advocate," my jaw dropped. I hadn't even considered the fact that school shootings weren't hidden things; they were huge deals. Being the only person who was shot and survived, and my relationship with Alex, had to make me a very popular girl the last couple of days. "That's scary. I hope Suzy Antonyan and Kristen McAtee didn't say anything about me. They're mean."

"Nick died," Ben said. "I don't think she's too worried about you, to be honest."

"Honey Vanilla Johnson," my mom sighed—in both relief and anger—as she stepped into the hospital room. "You don't ever scare me like that again, do you hear me?"

"Hi guys!" I smiled at my parents, trying to keep quiet enough so David could continue sleeping. Dad's eyes traveled to the boy in my bed, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Oh, yeah. David's my boyfriend, by the way."

"Yeah, I think I figured that out when he stayed at the hospital for the whole weekend waiting for you to wake up," Dad laughed, walking over to awkwardly hug me. "Just for future reference, if you ever see someone pointing a gun at anyone again, do not step in front of it."

"Would you take a bullet for Mom?"

"Of course I would. She's the love of my life."

"Then I don't want to hear it."

"We can talk to her about her horrible decision making skills later," Ben told our parents. "I think she's tired. She can barely keep her eyes open."

He was trying to save me. I appreciated that. If he was ever dying in the hospital, I'd do the same for him. Our parents could be a lot sometimes.

"We just got here," Mom frowned. "My baby has been basically dead since Thursday. My little baby."

"Jeez, you get shot and all of the sudden, you're the favorite," Ben joked, and I laughed, feeling David shuffle against me. I cringed and hoped for his sake that he didn't wake up. He didn't need to deal with my parents.

"I would've shot myself a long time ago if that was all it took," I whispered back. "Don't wake David up. He makes me so nervous. You guys should've made him eat and sleep while you were here."

"You can't force people to do things they don't want to do, Honey Bear," Dad patted my head softly. "Are you really tired? The doctor said you'd be going in and out for the next day or two."

"I could sleep."

They let me sleep, thankfully. I hadn't even realized I was fighting to stay awake until I passed out the second I closed my eyes.

I woke up to David and my dad having a chat and kept my eyes closed so I could eavesdrop.

"Yes, sir. I completely understand."

"I'm glad you can see where I'm coming from. She's my baby. She's very special to me."

"I know. She's special to me, too. She means everything to me."

"And I see that. No teenage boy would willingly sit in a hospital with a dead phone for three or four days if they didn't love someone. I see that you love her. But I saw her really sad a few weeks ago, and I'm sure it had something to do with you, so how am I supposed to trust you?"

"Sir, I know I've hurt her, but I never meant to. She loves me despite that, which is too good of her, but you and I both know how she is... she'll give everyone a second and third and fourth and fiftieth chance. She cares a lot. I hurt her, but I never want to do that again. I love her."

"You know what, David?" Dad's voice sounded incredulous. "I kind of like you. I mean, I liked you better when you were just my son's friend, but you're okay like this too."

"We have something in common, sir. We both love her way too much."

Boy, was he right.

Hi my school is now officially online for the rest of the semester and i just want to cry because i didnt know itd be over so fast and i didnt get a chance to say goodbye to the ppl ill probably never see again and i thought id have more time to check off my freshman year bucketlist :(((

And now everyone from my high school is at home which is just a constant reminder that i had no actual friends in high school and i was just friends w people because it was convenient and everyone is out doing things and partying and showing how their friend groups are still thriving and i have no friends and major fomo and basically a 5 month long summer where i have to live at home and thats just miserableeeee it really is

Thanks for reading this rant if u did

Xoxox abby