Page 35 of In Too Deep

Fuck! How could I be so careless?

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Panic rushes through me. If my mouth was dry before, it’s nothing compared to how it feels now.

“Water,” I ask.

“Of course, I’ll be right back with some water for you. I won’t be long.”

Please don’t go, don’t leave me alone with Belle.

Nurse Fleur leaves us and heads out of my room, leaving Belle and me all alone.

She steps closer, her arms folded, with sadness covering her features.

“Please…” I beg, “… let me explain.”

She frowns. “Please do because I’m dying to hear why you go by another name, Seth. Or is it Cole? I can’t keep up. Wait till my dad hears about this.”

Where’s my lighter? What the hell am I supposed to do? Why aren’t Theresa or Ben here?

“No, you can’t. Just... for God’s sake, where is my water? My mouth is dry as fuck.”

Finally, Nurse Fleur returns.

“Here you are, and I’ve brought you some painkillers.”

Everything is so confusing. One minute, I’m in the car with Belle, ready to kiss her goodnight, and then somehow, I end up here in the hospital.

She places a straw in a cup and pours fresh water into it, bringing it to my mouth.

As soon as the straw hits my lips, I drink eagerly, the cool water giving me a sense of relief.

Coughing hysterically, Nurse Fleur pulls back with the cup in hand.

“Easy, Cole, you’re drinking too fast. Just slow sips.”

I reply with a nod but want to correct her saying,my name is Seth. This time, when she brings the straw to my mouth, I take small sips.

“That’s better,” Fleur encourages.

Once finished, she places the empty cup on the side table and pours some more water.

“Here, take these.” She hands me a paper cup that contains two tablets. “They’re the painkillers.”

I hope to God these work because my head is killing me.

Throwing them both in my mouth, Fleur brings the straw to my lips once again, and I swallow them.

Sighing, I let my head rest against the pillow. However, the bandage that is tightly wrapped around it makes it impossible to be comfortable.

“Why was I shot? Who did this?” I ask.

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