Friday morning, I was released from the hands of the evil nurse and was allowed to get out of the hospital.
The doctor told me everything I needed to know and do and did a final check on my arm before I could leave.
The nurse followed me to the door and said with a blank face, "Don't come back." And it didn't sound like she wished I would stay safe. She was done with me after I kept calling her yesterday for stupid reasons.
"I can't make any promises." She sighed when I said that and went to her other patients.
Brandon came yesterday to bring me some clothes. They were a plain f/c long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and a jacket. Also, they returned my cleaned clothes that I wore on Monday to me, and I carried them in the bag Brandon brought my new clothes in.
And about the moving out with him thing, I told him I'll think about it. Garmadon already paid this month's rent since I moved out, why not stay for another two weeks?
I thought about calling a taxi or an Uber or something, but I saw a beautiful pastel-colored wooden coffee shop across the street. So, I carefully crossed the street and entered it.
I inhaled the smell of coffee, chocolate, ice-cream, tea, and other dessert. Thank god my stomach didn't growl, I just ate breakfast an hour ago.
I went and looked at the menu before ordering. The barista working there behind the cashier gave me a smile and told me the specials for the day.
I had some money from Monday, so I ordered something to drink from the hot drinks' section and some dessert. I spent a few days in the hospital glued to a bed -not literally-, why not treat myself with something delicious?
The barista girl yelled for someone in the back -in the kitchen, I supposed- to make my order and the sweetness of her voice from a few seconds ago was long gone. I almost told her to calm down, but I didn't want to get punched. She went back to doing the rest of her job with a smile like nothing happened while I was looking for a place to sit.
The ninja fangirl I yeeted out of the window a few days was sitting alone, sipping her strawberry milkshake, and doing something on her phone.
She had a small bandage on her nose that she didn't have before. And she wasn't wearing a ninja shirt, instead, she wore a red plaid jacket with a black shirt underneath.
And for some reason, I approached her.
"Hey," I said as I stood in front of her.
She looked up from her phone and took the straw out of her mouth. She said with a bored expression "Oh, it's you, the yeeter. Are you here to yeet my milkshake or something?"
As much as I wanted to laugh, I kept my serious face. And I was surprised at myself for succeeding. "I'm sorry," I apologized, "For throwing you out the window."
She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, sure you are."
I glanced at the seat across from her. "Can I sit with you?"
"Do what you want, I don't own this place."
I sat down and put my bag next to me. She kept staring at her phone and scrolling, sipping her never-ending milkshake.
I asked, "Aren't you supposed to be in school right now?"
"Aren't you supposed to be there as well?"
I made up an excuse, not a lie, but not the whole truth either. "I got injured during the last attack, and I had to stay in the hospital."
I expected her to mock me and say I deserved it, but she looked at me and said "How are you now?"
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Garmadon's Spy | Ninjago x Reader
Fan fikciaImagine yourself trained and raised by Garmadon, homeschooled and isolated from everyone outside the volcano, dreaming about the day Garmadon would send you on your first mission so you could start your life as one of his generals, dreaming about be...