I can't say waking up in a hospital, with an IV feeding you wonder drugs that are some weak attempt to sedate you from wondering what the hell has happened or why your entire body just aches, is the best way in the world to come to some sort of consciousness. Personally, waking up next to Veronica would have been first choice, but this is the sort
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I break to give her a small smile even though it's forced after all of this. "You know, I really loved it here. I really thought everything could work out here and I just forgot that everything else existed. It's kinda a crappy way of ending the stay. I ran away with my girlfriend to Virginia Beach and all I got was this lousy bullet hole."
I shook my head slightly to her. "It feels like I don't even know what's going to happen next."
Other than the fact that I'm pretty sure that they don't let patients with bullet holes go without an overnight stay or two, our life back in Neptune had gone on without us. Everything just went on without us.
"Oh my god, you two! Do you know how worried I've been?"
I have to give an external groan at that voice because without a doubt I knew who Keith Mars had called at some point, who apparent was eager to get on a plane and play the concerned older sister. "You've got to be kidding me," I breathed, mostly to myself.
"And you. You really need a lecture, don't you?"
"Yeah, probably, but I sure hope it happens when I have the ability to run away from it."
"And here I thought there'd been enough running away for you," she chastised.
"Not from you," I countered. "Trina, what are you even doing here? Don't you have some movie or high school play."
"The show will go on!
Really? Without her. Let me feign disbelief. I see Keith Mars standing in the doorway with this apologetic look on his face that he didn't mean to unleash my sister on me and her being here is merely an accident. I believe it. I'm sure he's dealt with Trina at least for the past few months for what Veronica told me every time she got off the phone.
"Well, I'm sure Logan could use some rest." He intervenes. "We all could use some probably. It's been a long day."
"Too long." I say, dully, my fingers still laced with Veronica's.
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