Perfect Places

The Hospital

   As we parked in the hospital parking lot, I got more ready to hop out of the car. Nothing about that vehicle was inviting. The black paint on the outside was starting to chip, the inside seats were starting to rip, and the windshield had a huge crack in it.

   The second Connor put the car in park, I opened the door and helped Zane out. Nick did the same. But when Jessica tried to exit the car, Connor and Kyle refused.

   "No, no, no. You're staying here with Ashley and Victoria." Kyle barked.

   "What?!" Jessica shrieked.

   "Get comfortable." Victoria rolled her eyes while scrolling through her phone.

   "Well what do I do if I have to go to the bathroom?" She whined.

   Connor handed her an empty water bottle, "The old fashion way."

   My mouth fell open, "No, you can't do that to her-"

   "My rules." Connor gave me a small shove.

   Zane gave him a dirty look, and so did Nick.

   "There's plenty of bottles in the front for you guys." Kyle informed all three of them.

   I rolled my eyes. How stupid.

   Nick took one of Zane's shoulders, and I took the other. Kyle finally out his phone away, and Connor locked the car doors.

   "Just letting you know, don't be surprised if we come back and Jess is dead." Kyle joked.

   I gave him a fake laugh, "Hahahaha, laugh that up."

   His sense of humor was pathetic.

   Finally, we made it in the hospital doors. Connor tried walking up to the receptionist desk, but I stopped him right in his tracks.

   "No way." I furrowed my brows, "I'm handling this."

   "Again, my rules." He told me.

   "Not this time, scumbag." I hissed at him, "Make yourself useful and take his arm."

   He glared at me. Thankfully, he obeyed me, and grabbed Zane's arm aggressively. Nick gave him a hard flick on the back of the head to get him in line.

   They all sat down on some cheap hospital chairs against the back wall, and I made my way to the receptionist's desk.

   A small line was formed in front of the desk. So, like the sensible person I am, I waited my turn. Out of nervousness, I started tapping my foot.

   Every once in a while, I would glance behind me just to make sure that they were all still there. At that point, anything could happen.

   "Next!" The receptionist exclaimed, adjusting some papers on her desk.

   It was then my turn. I quickly walked up to her.

   "Hello, uh, that boy over there ... in the middle. I think there's something wrong with him. I think he may have broken something-" I started to explain.

   "What's your relation to him?" She asked, typing frantically on her computer.

   "Oh, uh ... I'm his girlfriend." I replied nervously.

   "Girlfriend? Alright ..." The receptionist said skeptically, "What exactly happened?"

   "Well," I began, "He was ... in a fight, and all of the sudden he was in the ground. He was having some trouble getting up and walking. He also said that it hurt pretty bad so-"