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Margot didn’t need to open her eyes to know that she was in a hospital. The whirring sound of technology, the beeping of heart monitors, and the little bell that clanged when she moved her arm to alert everyone that she was awake was all the proof that she needed. She cracked open her swollen eyes, feeling a throbbing pain in her temple. It didn’t take long for her to figure out why she was there, but how she’d gotten there was another story.
“Spencer,” she murmured, attempting to turn over beneath the covers tucked tightly around her body, which was already sore without the extra-strenuous work. She lay still.
“Spencer?” came a voice, familiar, but Margot couldn’t discern whose with her head still floating fuzzily between sleep and consciousness. “After everything that just happened, you’re still asking for him?”
Using a lot of effort, Margot turned her head to look at her companion in this stuffy hospital room that smelled of chemicals and death. “Brendon,” she croaked, her voice raspy. It almost hurt to smile, but she tried anyway. Brendon didn’t smile back.
“How are you feeling?” He stood from the chair he’d been sitting in beside Margot’s bed, crouching over the young woman and peering into her face.
“My boyfriend just beat the shit out of me, I woke up in a hospital, and I don’t know how I got here. How do you think I feel?” Margot immediately regretted being a bitch about it. Brendon was trying to help. And who wasn’t here right now? Spencer.
“I brought you here.” Brendon sat down on the edge of the bed, being careful not to get too close to Margot, lest she be jumpy.
Margot nodded, then thought about it. “But…how could you have? I was at home…”
“I was at the door. I was trying to get in to talk to you, but I heard the commotion. When Spencer finally answered the door, I punched him in the face and ran upstairs to find you lying on the ground, bloody and unconscious.”
Margot chuckled, although it hurt her ribs to laugh. “Did you give him another good punch for me?” She offered a wan smile, one which Brendon returned this time.
“Are you kidding? I beat the shit out of him the minute I’d hung up with the police.”
“Thanks for that.” Margot struggled for a moment before sitting up against her pillows, looking around the room briefly. “Where is he?”
“The police station. No one’s paid his bail, so he’s been stuck for the past week.”
“A week?” Margot lunged forward involuntarily, causing her breath to catch in her throat. “I’ve been in a coma for a week?” Brendon nodded.
“I’ve been here every day until they tell me to go home. I wanted to make sure that I was here when you woke up, so you wouldn’t be confused or scared.” The two were silent after that, alternating between staring at each other for long moments of time, and looking away, embarrassed.
“Brendon,” Margot said softly, looking up at him. “Do you remember that time we went to the Drive Shaft concert together?” They both smiled.
“You mean the time you lied our way into the Drive Shaft concert?” He chuckled, rubbing his temples. “How could I forget?”
“Those were good times,” Margot sighed.
“Those were times when you weren’t dating Spencer, and you hated me less than usual.” Brendon stood, walking around the hospital room for lack of anything better to do.
“I guess we’ve brought that back around full circle.” Brendon stopped his pacing.
“So…You’re not dating Spencer anymore?”
Margot shook her head.
“And…You hate me less than usual?” Again, Margot shook her head, which confused Brendon. “No?”
“I don’t hate you less than usual, Brendon,” Margot said, holding out her hand for him to take, and pulling him closer when he did. “I love you.” With that, she pulled him down for a kiss, one that he readily returned, and would reluctantly pull away from when the time came to do so.
Heyyyyy guys...So...I guess it's been about three weeks since I last updated. Oops. So sorry about that. I've had a lot going on, believe you me. 12, 13, and 14 November was the fall play, which we had a lot of late-night rehearsals for in the week leading up to it. Then, 20 November we had competition (which we won at, by the way, thank you very much!), which we also had a few rehearsals for. Next Friday, we're doing our kids' show for all the elementary schoolers, so I've been at rehearsals for that, since a lot of people dropped out and we had to reassign parts. And then, 11 December, we have another competition. So you see, I've been very busy, and will continue to be very busy. Hopefully I'll be able to finish this before the New Year.
Speaking of finishing, I think it's time to say that the next chapter will be the final chapter. It's a sad, sad day, indeed. Can I just say that I am positively stymied by the response I've been getting from this? I posted the first few chapters and was like, "Holy shit, people are actually reading this?" And then, I intended to just take this to, like, Chapter 10, but because of the incredible response to it, I extended it out. This story has turned into so much more than I thought it would be at the beginning, so, for that, I thank you guys. It's been fun. =]
OverAndOutxx
PS: You still have to comment. =]
“Spencer,” she murmured, attempting to turn over beneath the covers tucked tightly around her body, which was already sore without the extra-strenuous work. She lay still.
“Spencer?” came a voice, familiar, but Margot couldn’t discern whose with her head still floating fuzzily between sleep and consciousness. “After everything that just happened, you’re still asking for him?”
Using a lot of effort, Margot turned her head to look at her companion in this stuffy hospital room that smelled of chemicals and death. “Brendon,” she croaked, her voice raspy. It almost hurt to smile, but she tried anyway. Brendon didn’t smile back.
“How are you feeling?” He stood from the chair he’d been sitting in beside Margot’s bed, crouching over the young woman and peering into her face.
“My boyfriend just beat the shit out of me, I woke up in a hospital, and I don’t know how I got here. How do you think I feel?” Margot immediately regretted being a bitch about it. Brendon was trying to help. And who wasn’t here right now? Spencer.
“I brought you here.” Brendon sat down on the edge of the bed, being careful not to get too close to Margot, lest she be jumpy.
Margot nodded, then thought about it. “But…how could you have? I was at home…”
“I was at the door. I was trying to get in to talk to you, but I heard the commotion. When Spencer finally answered the door, I punched him in the face and ran upstairs to find you lying on the ground, bloody and unconscious.”
Margot chuckled, although it hurt her ribs to laugh. “Did you give him another good punch for me?” She offered a wan smile, one which Brendon returned this time.
“Are you kidding? I beat the shit out of him the minute I’d hung up with the police.”
“Thanks for that.” Margot struggled for a moment before sitting up against her pillows, looking around the room briefly. “Where is he?”
“The police station. No one’s paid his bail, so he’s been stuck for the past week.”
“A week?” Margot lunged forward involuntarily, causing her breath to catch in her throat. “I’ve been in a coma for a week?” Brendon nodded.
“I’ve been here every day until they tell me to go home. I wanted to make sure that I was here when you woke up, so you wouldn’t be confused or scared.” The two were silent after that, alternating between staring at each other for long moments of time, and looking away, embarrassed.
“Brendon,” Margot said softly, looking up at him. “Do you remember that time we went to the Drive Shaft concert together?” They both smiled.
“You mean the time you lied our way into the Drive Shaft concert?” He chuckled, rubbing his temples. “How could I forget?”
“Those were good times,” Margot sighed.
“Those were times when you weren’t dating Spencer, and you hated me less than usual.” Brendon stood, walking around the hospital room for lack of anything better to do.
“I guess we’ve brought that back around full circle.” Brendon stopped his pacing.
“So…You’re not dating Spencer anymore?”
Margot shook her head.
“And…You hate me less than usual?” Again, Margot shook her head, which confused Brendon. “No?”
“I don’t hate you less than usual, Brendon,” Margot said, holding out her hand for him to take, and pulling him closer when he did. “I love you.” With that, she pulled him down for a kiss, one that he readily returned, and would reluctantly pull away from when the time came to do so.
Heyyyyy guys...So...I guess it's been about three weeks since I last updated. Oops. So sorry about that. I've had a lot going on, believe you me. 12, 13, and 14 November was the fall play, which we had a lot of late-night rehearsals for in the week leading up to it. Then, 20 November we had competition (which we won at, by the way, thank you very much!), which we also had a few rehearsals for. Next Friday, we're doing our kids' show for all the elementary schoolers, so I've been at rehearsals for that, since a lot of people dropped out and we had to reassign parts. And then, 11 December, we have another competition. So you see, I've been very busy, and will continue to be very busy. Hopefully I'll be able to finish this before the New Year.
Speaking of finishing, I think it's time to say that the next chapter will be the final chapter. It's a sad, sad day, indeed. Can I just say that I am positively stymied by the response I've been getting from this? I posted the first few chapters and was like, "Holy shit, people are actually reading this?" And then, I intended to just take this to, like, Chapter 10, but because of the incredible response to it, I extended it out. This story has turned into so much more than I thought it would be at the beginning, so, for that, I thank you guys. It's been fun. =]
OverAndOutxx
PS: You still have to comment. =]
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