Money Over Everything

Chapter 44

"I think we're ready" Raiden says poking his head in my room.

"Perfect, get Kyler so she can unhook me from this shit." I demand.

Kyler comes walking in a few minutes later.

"We need to keep your IV in, we'll just have to figure out how to hang it in the car"

She pulls the sensors off my chest.

"Can you take it out so I can at least change my clothes?"

"Fine, I'll put it back in the other hand once we get in the car."

She slowly pulls out the needle and then covers the hole with a bandage. She gathers up the rest of her supplies in my room and puts them into a bag.

"Do you need help changing?" She asks.

"No, I'll be fine."

"Alright... just call out if you do need help."

I wait until she walks out of the room and closes the door behind her. I had Damien leave a change of clothes out on my bed for me, he told me to let him know when I was going to change, and he'd help me, but I need to do this by myself.

Kyler must have cut my pants when she stitched up my leg because they're basically just bloody torn shorts at this point. I slowly shimmy them off while I'm still laying down.

I grab the T-shirt from beside me and roll it up. I put it in my mouth, so I have something to bite down on to avoid yelling out. I take a few deep breaths and then push myself up with my hands so I'm sitting up completely. I can't tell where the pain it worse, my bruised ribs, my busted-up hand, the burns on right arm, the bullet wound in my left arm, the bullet wound in my leg, or the bruises on my face.

I really am a fucking disaster.

I slide my legs so they're hanging off the bed and then grab the pair of sweatpants. I feel a sharp blinding pain in my ribs as I try to force myself to bend far enough to get my feet into the pants. I take one big breath and quickly wretch forward and get my feet into the pant holes. I pull them up as far as I can sitting down and then take the shirt out of my mouth.

The shirt I'm wearing is covered in blood and ripped to shreds. I carefully pull up the sides and slide it over my head the neckline drags against my swollen face as it comes over my head and I can't hold in the cry of pain.

I throw it to the floor and get ready to put the other T-shirt on, I have both my arms in it but before I go to put it over my head my bedroom door opens. Damien walks in.

He looks at me angrily.

"I told you to let me know when you were doing this so I could help you!"

"I don't want any help."

I clench my teeth as the shirt slides over my face, it's a V-neck one so it doesn't hurt near as bad. Once it's on I straighten it out and then take a few breaths. I slide my feet into my shoes beside my bed and take another couple of breaths.

"Please let me help you." He says.

I don't say anything I just stare at him as I take a deep breath and push myself off the bed to a standing position. I quickly pull my sweatpants all the way up but as I put pressure on my left leg, I cry out in pain.

I immediately take all the pressure off it and try to stand on one leg, before I can lose my balance Damien puts an arm around my waist to steady me. I cry out in pain again as his arm squeezes around my ribs.

He quickly moves his hand further down so he's touching my ribs anymore. "Is there any part of your body that doesn't hurt?"

"Not really, no."