Page 10 of Slurp

Oh me? Why oh me? And why did that sound like my best friend Zelda and not one of my two lovers who are currently sitting on opposite sides of our bedroom?

Wait a minute. Zelda. I haven't talked to her in days. Why would she be here all of a sudden?

The pain in my head starts to pulse with my heartbeat. Fucking hell, it's been ages since I've had a migraine and this one is one of the worst yet. It hurts to move. I must be having a panic attack because it's hard to breathe, but I hear the sound of my own sobs. Or maybe it's someone else. Although I don't understand why someone else is crying over my headache.

"Know what Edie? Let's pretend you're fine." Yeah, that's definitely Zelda's voice. I crack open my eyes to try and make out where she is, but the lights are blinding and my head spins. Ok, no looking, just listening. I can do that.

I would also love to pretend I am fine, as this migraine is terrible. I wouldn't wish this sucker on Sam.

Ok, that's a lie. I probably would wish it on her. She deserves all the headaches and anal leakage a person can endure.

"I'll come back soon, Edie. I promise." Zelda makes the vow and I realize she must have stopped by when she heard I was sick. I try to respond, but my mouth feels like it's full of rocks.

It's fine. I'll just lay here and hope that it passes soon.

I mean, it can't last forever, right?

More throbbing pain shoots through me. This time it almost feels like it travels down my spine and exits from my hands and feet. I'm so tired and feel so worn down. I would have expected to feel like this after Sam pushed me down those damn stairs, not all this time later.

Maybe I just need some rest.

A whirring noise fills my ears and begins to lull me off to sleep. Leave it to a strange sound to comfort me the most, even when I am in pain.

It still doesn't beat the sexy sound of a slurp.

Everything inside me tingles with unhappiness and worry for my best friend. Ever since I got the call that she’d been admitted to the hospital and was being kept under observation for ‘serious injuries’. Whateverthatmeans.

I don’t believe it was an accident for one second, no matter what Samantha Powischer says. She’s a sneaky conniving bully who has had it out for Edie from day one. She’s also a jealous nasty monkey face and if I ever get to see her in person I might have to break my no-violence rule and punch her in her icky ugly face.

Not that I know what she looks like, or whatever. But anyone that can be this malicious, this… hurtful, deserves a punch or two.

Hmmm. Maybe I can get Daddy to hose her down with one of the fire trucks? The thought has merit, and I file it away for later use. Instead, I take a deep steadying breath as I wait for the elevator to make it to the floor where Edie is being kept.

Both my Daddies are going to besopissed at me for doing thisalone. They want to be here with me, hold my hand and show their support, but Ineedto do this one thing on my own.

I’ll collapse into their arms after and let them soothe all my booboos. Maybe I can even wiggle my way out of a punishment and into a new onesie or two.

The metallic doors slowly woosh open, and I’m assaulted with the clean clinical smell that all hospitals carry. I can’t help but wonder if a whooshing sound is something that will get Edie going these days. The girl seriously loves her ASMR.

Maybe her two hot professors just need to come on over and make all their sexy noises and Edie will wake up from the coma and all of this can be written off as some kind of scary dream.

Coma.

I hug myself and close my eyes tight as the icky word slithers across my skin. I hate this so much. But I need to see her for myself. I can be a big girl right now. For Edie.

Letting out my breath I open my eyes and hold out my hand to stop the elevator doors from closing and head straight to the nurses station.

“I’m looking for Edith Sommers?” I ask a pretty, young nurse sitting behind a counter. Her eyes fill with a soft empathy as she points me down the corridor and gives me the room number. “Has she had many visitors?” My second question comes too late, as she’s already grabbed a few files and is heading into an office behind the large imposing counter.

Honestly, I’m not really sure who would have visited her by now. Her parents are probably still making their way here, taking their sweet time about it. She hasn’t really spoken of many friends from her new school. Honestly, I just can’t help but wonder if sucky Sam has been by to see her victim in person. It sounds like something she would do.

Suppressing a shudder I walk to Edie’s room and count to ten to keep all my feelings at bay, before I use the door handle to let myself in.

And then I see her.

Her petite frame looks even smaller in the huge, stark white hospital bed. Her curls are a mess around her head and she has some pretty fearsome dark circles around her eyes. She has gashes and bruises on every inch of visible skin. What is safe from the injuries looks paler than her usual creamy complexion. She has bandages and cords, a cast covering her entire left leg, and there is a terrifying-looking tube coming out of her mouth.

Those same tears I tried to keep down not even thirty seconds ago finally make a break for it and roll down my cheeks unchecked.

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