Page 91 of Grace of Spades
"Anything for you." She smiles before hugging me gently, but I feel all the emotions she has in it.
"Were you worried about that?" Richard growls.
"They made threats and then I passed out. I wasn't sure." I shrug. He throws a look to Andras who nods.
"If it helps, I heard you call him pencil dick before you passed out. And I decked Moore before he let go of you. Keir took you to the ambulance before we were finished with them." Liam explains.
"Thank you. That helps a lot." I sigh, relaxing into the bed.
"We're glad you're okay, Grace." Mr. McConnell says with a smile. My name sounds weird coming from him.
"Not to sound rude, but what are you guys doing here?" I ask, making Mr. Chekhov and Mr. Tanaka snort. Glad I can entertain.
"You called a meeting and then our boys called explaining what happened at the school. We just wanted to make sure you were okay." Mr. Bianchi explains. "We will reschedule your meeting for when you're feeling better, my dear."
"Thank you, sir." My voice is starting to cut in and out now.
"Alright, beautiful. No more talking. The doctor is going to kill us." Christian commands. I give him a snarky salute that makes everyone laugh. I watch The Heads leave and a tall grey-haired doctor enters. Thank goodness.
The doctor wants me to stay for at least another day, barring any complications. So I get to wait. And wait. And wait. Ugh!
The guys have been taking turns visiting me, but everyone visits at dinner, even my grandparents. It's nice. I never usually get visitors when I'm in the hospital. Well, Ray visited once, but he had other things to do, so it was only for about ten minutes in the span of a week. It's been hard thinking about him. But I'm also realizing I was happy settling for crumbs of attention. It's becoming more and more clear now that there are people in my life that actually care about me.
The police came to take my statement and I told them everything because, for once, I had nothing to hide. They had been harassing me since I came to school and it all came to a head on Thursday. I told them about the accusations and the threats and they left with all the information.
Now, I'm being slowly carted out of the hospital by Christianafter being discharged with a mostly clean bill of health. I'm not allowed TV or any screens and I have to have a shower buddy just in case due to my concussion. I also have this special tea that I have to drink that may or may not help my voice but will definitely help my throat's healing. I don't sound quite so rough anymore but still a bit raspier than I'd like.
"How many sexual favours do I need to offer to make you drive just a little bit faster?" I ask looking up at a very nervous Christian.
"We're going plenty fast enough, Grace." He chides.
"Really? Because we're losing the annual paraplegic geriatric turtle race." I tease making him snort.
"I just don't want you to get more hurt." He winces.
"I get that but like... two feet an hour is not going to kill me." I shrug.
"Fine. I'll at least walk at a normal speed. But no faster."
"That’s all I ask! Oh! And that we hit up the cafeteria. I want a cookie." I smile.
"Nope, soft diet only Grace." He says trying to smother a grin.
“But I've been a good girl.” I argue complete with puppy dog eyes.
“Grace.” He admonishes half-heartedly.
"Party pooper." I pout but enjoy the slight breeze in my hair.
Once I'm loaded into the Lamborghini and Christian is convinced that I don't actually need the wheelchair and we don't have to bring it with us, we're headed home. I let out a sigh at the sight of the gates and Greg smiles sending us in saying he's glad I'm feeling better. That's nice of him.
I manage to get out of the car before Christian can get to my side to help me. It's the little things you need to appreciate in life. Like the little vein that's throbbing at his temple.
Richard opens the door for me and greets me with a warm hug and sends me through. Apparently, everyone is in the kitchen. My eyes widen when I realize everyone actually meanteveryone. My grandparents, the rest of the guys, The Heads, Kennedy, Andras, Emily, Ruby and even Gabe and Rudy are grinning at me.
"What the hell?" I gasp.
"WELCOME HOME!" Oh jeez, I feel my eyes misting up.
