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Chapter 12 - Kirsten

warning: this chapter needs to be rewritten. I'll work on it and as soon as I repost it, I'll let you know.

                                                              12.

                                                       ●•Kirsten•●

The whole idea of going to a hospital freaked me out. Every single doctor that worked there for over two months knew me pretty well, and I was sure they all judged me somehow. Every single employee looked at me as if I was the disease on that place. They felt disgusted by my presence, and that would never change. The only person in that hell who at least tried to understand me was Lana, and that's why she was the only one I trusted. The only reason why I was there right now was because I knew it was necessary, otherwise she'd have helped me at my own place, with no one around to stare at me as if I was contagious.

But the thing was serious. Tyler had broken a few bones and he'd have to be plastered, no matter how bloody pissed he'd be when he woken up.

Waiting for Lana, I held his hand between mine and stroked his skin with my thumb, mentally asking myself why he couldn't keep himself out of trouble while I wasn't with him. He knew he couldn't keep acting the way he did, 'cause things were pretty dark to his side. Lee would know I'd been at the hospital again, of course he would. Some stupid doctor friend of his would tell him his little sis had been wandering around again. Those twats just couldn't keep their mouths shut and that seriously pissed me off. No one in that town could take care of their own lives for a while?

That wasn't my biggest worry though; I'd handle Lee and his sermons later. He wasn't that tough after all, you just needed to know how to talk to him, and I was an expert on that subject. Right now, I was worried about Tyler. He wasn't receiving any kind of sedatives yet, and if he woke up anytime soon he'd probably feel a terrible pain on the whole length of his body. Where was Lana after all?

As if reading my thoughts, she knocked on the door, and I turned my head to her side. I was sitting next to the bed where Tyler was, my elbows resting on the mattress with my fists closed, supporting the weight of my head. As soon as she walked in, I followed her with my eyes, waiting for her next move.

"Where were you?" I finally asked, focusing on Tyler again.

"Talking to the lovely guy outside." She smiled, and I just rolled my eyes. Just because he'd helped me with a ride didn't mean he was lovely. In fact, he was just like any other rich guy: show off, the kind of guy who tried to be funny and friendly, but deep inside, he just wanted to get all the attention and a lot of compliments; which he was successfully achieving. "What, you don't like him?" Lana asked, walking to the door and calling a few other nurses to help her plastering Ty.

"I don't like anyone, Lana. Especially rich guys who try to ruin my life." I breathed out, squeezing Tyler's hand a bit harder when Lana lifted his arm up so she could bandage it with gauze.

"He just helped you. You'd probably have broken a few more bones if you had walked him home instead of taking Harry's ride." She said, completely immersed on her work with Ty. From time to time, she looked to the side and smiled at Angel, who was distracted in the corner of the room, playing some game at her mother's phone.

The way she called him "Harry" annoyed me; she wasn't even that close to him. He was the clown of her daughter's birthday party, and nothing else. Maybe I was jealous of how friendly Lana was, because she was actually the only person I trusted my life to, and maybe I didn't want anyone else to be as close to her as I was.