Page 120 of Stand: Part One
Keeping my stride, I entered the bathroom to find the majority of the girls in the lobby, surrounding one who looked like she was hyperventilating.
Mind your business, Jaden. Just mind your fucking business.
Without a second look, I walked passed the girls and into one of the stalls.
“Why didn’t you just do as you were told, Bethany? This is what happens when you don’t listen,” I overheard someone say.
Crying was the response that bounced off the walls.
Just do your business and get the fuck out.
Flushing the toilet, I made my way over to the sink to wash my hands, the incessant crying making my whole body vibrate with tension.
“I know, I’m sorry. I tried the best I could,” the voice cried. “Ah! Don’t touch it! It fucking hurts so much!”
Grabbing some paper towel, I dried my hands.
“Well that’s what you get for arguing with the man! You should have just complied!”
I sighed with contempt as I turned to the mirrors to finger-comb my hair back into place, wiping a small speck of smudged mascara.
“I wasn’t trying to argue. I was just trying to?—”
“It doesn’t matter, Bethany. You’re just gonna have to deal with it until the doctor arrives in the morning. Just suck it up before you make things worse for yourself. You know damn well who’s in town tonight. You don’t want to draw his attention with your stupidity.”
I sighed internally. Goddammit.
Walking away from the sink, I headed back into the lobby to find the girls still packed in. Black mascara ran down the clearly injured girl’s cheeks while her hair stuck to parts of her face. Her hand clung to one of her shoulders while her body remained hunched over as she sat on one of the couches.
“Okay, what happened?” I asked aloud.
All the girls that were trying to calm her down suddenly silenced themselves as their eyes turned to me.
“Piss off. This doesn’t concern you,” one of them said.
I cocked a brow at her rudeness. Taking another few steps closer to the group, I could finally see what the problem was.
Her shoulder was clearly dislocated.
“Hey, what are you, deaf? I said mind your fucking business!”
“Are you planning on fixing her dislocated shoulder yourself or just berating her for it?” I asked, uninterested in her attempt to dismiss me.
All the girls looked amongst each other, completely unaware of what to do.
“Can you help her?” one of them asked.
“Shut up, Angela, we don’t need her help.”
“I can fix it,” I countered.
“You can?” the injured one asked.
“Madison, maybe we should let her help,” another one suggested.
“She’ll be fine,” Madison told her before shifting her gaze back to me. “Now move. The fuck. Along.”
“How about you back the fuck off and let me fix her fucking shoulder? Or would you like to draw more attention with a medic and security when I knock you the fuck out?”
