Page 173 of Lilah
"What the shit?" Lincoln walks in, "What are you two fucking doing?!"
Lincoln pulls me to him seeing a scene that looks even worse. My face all fudged up, Grey with my blood on his hands,andJai with my blood on his hands.
"Linc," I start and he places his hand on the side of my face, searching over the gash and my lip, "they didn't-"
"Oh my fucking God!" Theo runs in, his eyes darting all over the place, "what the hell are y'all doing to her?!"
This is getting ridiculous. I should probably be getting some type of medical attention but everyone is too busy trying to blame someone else.
"Shut the fuck up!" Grey sneers loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Like you can say shit, you woman-beater!" Jai shouts and I gasp.
I caused them to hate each other. Everything's my fault. I should've just never come here and waited for these injuries to heal themselves.
"Excuse me Jai!" Theo yells, "you can't say shit! Look at you, blood all over your fucking hands!"
"I came in here after I heard that loud noise and here Grey is, he flipped the whole damn place upside down and his knuckles are all bloody!" Jai points an accusing finger at Grey.
Where's Dr. Weiner, or whatever his name is when you need him?
"I wouldneverput myfuckinghands on her," Grey shoves him back into the wall.
"He didn't hit me," I attempt but it can't be heard over their arguing. I begin feeling lightheaded and I try to take deep breaths.
If I pass out and hit my head on the way down, I'm suing everyone in this room.
"That's not what it looks like!" Lincoln inputs, "both of y'all have bloody knuckles, you both hit her."
Have I lost too much blood? It feels like I have.
"Hell no! It looks like all three of you hit her," Theo chimes in loudly.
"No," my voice only comes out as a whisper as I start feeling even fainter.
"Grey," I try calling out but he doesn't hear me the first time.
"Grey," I say as loud as my body will let me. His head whips over to me as my head struggles to stay upright.
I fall back against the wall behind me, barely being able to react to the pain it causes on my back.
Grey rushes over to me and conversation stops.
"Call Karter," he demands.
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I wake up to the sound of my own stomach grumbling. My face hurts, my lips hurt, my back hurts, I have to fart, I have to pee, I'm hungry, I need to crack my butt-bone, and my mother trucking fingernail polish came off a little bit on one nail.
I'mdrivingthe struggle bus.
I open my eyes and find what looks similar to a hospital room. I look to the side of my bed and see the blood pouch thingy that I remember vividly from the accident stands beside me.
I knew I was losing too much.
At least this room isn't nearly as ugly decorated as hospital rooms. It's got style.
The door opens and Grey walks through. It takes him a second to look up at me and when he does his face visibly relaxes.
