Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE | John's Alive?
"CAN YOU STAND up?" I felt her hand snaking under my back, arching it slightly for stability. I lifted myself up trying my best not to move my left leg. She propped up her pillows behind my back.
"I don't know, should I?" I proposed awkwardly. My face hurt so bad, it felt like someone had piled up bricks on it.
"I want you to see something."
My mind and heart yearned to be shown something by Savannah but my body was a complicated mess. It wanted time to heal itself. "I don't think I can move my left leg that much," I admitted weakly. She nodded. "Natalie will be here with a doctor tomorrow. You should rest until then."
"Where will you rest, Savannah?"
"By your side," she wondered aloud, her voice firm yet soft. "On the armchair, obviously."
This was her reply when I felt the first traces of a smile on my face.
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The next day, I didn't go to school. Cora called Mom and made an excuse that we were all going to the bowling alley for a day out. She didn't even displayed reluctance, only warned the girls that I shouldn't be the one driving. She never let me drive.
Natalie's doctor was specialized enough to stitch the gory stab wound on my left leg. The stinging sensation was so much that I had to hold Cora's hands. She didn't even flinch when I squeezed her hand tightly, my fingers turning white.
The corner of her lip only lifted into a small smile. "It'll pass, princess."
I sure hope it does.
After stitching up my wound, the doctor had me drink an entire glass of organic orange juice. The citrus flavor tingled my taste buds and I asked for something with more sodium. Cora straight up refused. I need food that tastes like spices.
