Taylors pov
Embry had stomped off, angry. I stayed with the doctor while he explained to me all of the antibiotics and medicines Macy will need to fight infection, and heal properly. He even wanted to send her home with pain killers but I wouldn't let that happen. To send her home with those, her mother would have to be called.
I go over to talk to Embry, while the doctor goes in to wake up and retrieve Macy. Once awake, he puts her into a wheel chair and wheels her out to us.
"Thank you, really. Thanks." I say to Dr. Shawl. "Oh, and just bill me"
"Oh my god! Are you kidding me?! This is such bull! How can he put her through something like this, injuring her, and still all the while being angry at me like its my fault. And then he says to just put it on his bill? I out a put it out on his face, with my fist! Its all his fault." I hear echo through my head.
I immedietly look at Embry, and he is looking at me, angry, worried, shocked.
"Its all my fault." I tell him. "I know that. And I'm sorry, this whole situation sucks. For both of us." I start to push Macy towards the exit.
Embry follows, face softening. "Yea, well, don't apologize to me."
I nod, knowing he is right. But how can I apologize to her? She is half-concious and probably confused.
"How could I let this happen?" I go on to ask him.
We walk out the doors, and I'm surprised when Macy is the one who responds. "Stop. Okay? It wasn't your fault. Stop guilt tripping yourself!"
"I did this.. I just got so angry that you were with him, having do much fun with him, smiling and laughing. With him. With Embry. Not with me. All you did was try and stop me from hurting him, which I still might do..." I add, glancing at Embry. "And., if I just wouldn't have lost my temper...''
"Well, if you weren't so hot headed.." Embry mumbles.
Macy starts to cry, and Embry immedietly reaches for her hand, holding it.
Macy's pov
"You just keep on going! Shut up!" I yell at Taylor. "I don't want to hear this! I can't even fathom that you blame yourself. I shouldn't have been there with him in the first place.." I pause, taking in a deep breath. "I should be the one feeling bad about myself, not you!"
Taylor doesn't answer, he just pushes me over to the car, and Embry, releasing my hand for the first time, opens the back door. Yay, me in the back seat! How fun. I gripe to myself.
I start to get up, to climb in, but Taylor pushes me back into the wheel chair.
"What?!" I ask, annoyed.
"Let us get you in." He says softly, quietly.
Taylor and Embryo lift me up and carry me a couple steps so they can set me into the car without dropping me. I lay down, taking up the whole back seat, and prop my injured leg up on a balled up jacket I grab off the floor.
I close my eyes, listening to the sounds around me. Small, short argument. My name is mentioned. Someone slams their hand down on the car. One door opens, then closes. Keys jingle, and are put into the starter and turns it, then the engine starts. Another door is opened, then closed. Seat belts click into place, and then the cars engine is revved up.
"Can you not goof around, tearing up a hospital parking lot?!" Embry asks, annoyed.
"My car, my rules." Taylor grouches in response.
The car starts to roll, I feel the jerk of us taking off, driving over a curb. Everyone is quiet. No one talks.. the only thing keeping me awake is the silence. And the loud, syncopated tick tick tick tick of the turn signal. Car stops. A stop light? Yes, I hear the engines of cars around us, one overly loud. I guess its a big truck, but I don't open my eyes to check.
As we drive off,I'm sure the cars around us are shocked by the speed at which Taylor burns out around the turns. Why is he in such a hurry? Where is he even going? I ask myself.
My eyes fly open, and i sit up. "Where are you taking me?!" I practically scream.
Taylor glances at me in the rearview mirror. Embry looks at me through the corners of his eyes, then turns and looks out the window.
"Your house.." Taylor answers, almost unsure of himself.
"Why?! My mom is going to flip!" I yell, gathering what he just told me.
"Well, look at you.. what I did to you.. you need rest, okay?" He responds.
"Oh, now you're going to be respinsible?! You're the one tjat took me to a d*mn party! With alcohol, and drugs, and boys, Embry, kissing.." I stop adding to the list to take a breath, and Taylor takes the opportunity to reply.
"Yea, its all my fault." He says seriously, depressed even.
I lean up and look at Taylor, he is crying. All I can think to say is "I love you!" So i do.
"Love you to.." he whispers.
Embry tenses up and puts his hands into fists.
