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"It IS my fault." I look at her. "I should've made you stop, but I didn't, and now you're in the emergency room."

I'm so pissed at myself right now. Why did I listen to her? I knew she was pushing herself too hard and yet I let her do it. Why the hell did I let her do it?

"How bad is the pain?" I ask.

"Not as bad as it was."

"Is it your whole leg or just part of it?"

"Austin, I don't want to talk about it. Can we talk about something else?"

I hear a kid crying and look up and see a young girl, also in a wheelchair with her leg up. Her parents are trying to calm her down.

"You need to call your parents," I tell Kira.

"No. They don't need to know."

"They wouldn't want to know their daughter's in the hospital?"

She doesn't answer.

"Kira, I'm serious. Call them."

"I'm not calling them," she bites out.

"Why wouldn't you call them? You're in the emergency room. Your family needs to know."

"I'm an adult. They don't need to know."

"You're on their insurance. They're gonna find out."

"Shit," she mutters. "Then I'll tell them later. They don't need to know right now."

What is her problem? Why wouldn't she tell her parents?

"You need to at least call Amber," I say.

"She's in class."

"Then text her."

"Stop telling me what to do," she whispers, glaring at me.

I sigh and sit back in the chair, my foot still tapping the floor. I'm so tense right now. I'm angry that Kira got injured, frustrated I can't help her, and worried she's hurt more than she's telling me.

"Austin." She threads her hand in mine. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm just in pain and when I'm not feeling good, I get cranky."

"Hey." I lean over and kiss her. "I understand. I just wish I could do something."

"Kira Jacobs?" the nurse says.

Kira raises her hand. "Right here."

I stand up as the nurse comes over.

"I want to go alone," Kira says to me.

"You don't want me coming with?"

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