from?”
We began walking again. She let out a long sigh. “I’m just worried about you, Jenna. That’s all.”
“I know. Everyone’s worried about me.”
“It’s not that.” She glanced behind us again. “You’re different. Since, you know…”
My eyes rolled up to look at the clear night sky. I knew. Since I thought Daniel had killed himself. Since I did my month at Shady Shores for trying to join him. “I’m not different.”
She nodded. “You are. Things that would have rolled off your back… I find you hiding in a closet now.”
I stopped walking and turned my head to her. The sharp edge of my voice threw us both off our guards. “If what happened to me tonight had happened to you, we would not be having this conversation right now. I would be holding your hand, telling you how much men sucked and how we didn’t need them. That’s how we used to handle things, Mel.” I started walking toward the fro-yo place again. “The way you’re treating me has changed. You and everyone else, treating me like a fragile little flower that can’t handle anything.”
“You were in the closet.”
“Because I wanted to hide. I just masturbated in front of fucking Robin Axelrod, for Christ’s sake. You wouldn’t want to hide?”
“I would…”
“But because it was me, I must be having another breakdown.”
“I’m sorry, Jenna. You’re right, I mean, if it happened the way you say it did…”
I turned to her again. I set my jaw, glaring down at her. “It did.”
She nodded. “Okay. Will you tell me if…”
I clenched my jaw. “I’m not having thoughts of suicide. I don’t have any plans to kill myself or hurt anyone else. Except for Brandon if he ever comes near me again.”
She let out a little snicker. “That’s fair. But you would tell me?”
“I promise I will tell you if I start feeling like I want to end my life. Do you want to do a blood oath or something?”
She shook her head with a grin. “Not necessary.”
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M y heart raced in my chest. It felt like the right side of my body was on fire. The burning started in my fingertips and went all the way down to my toes. My head throbbed as I tried to figure out where in the hell I was. What the hell had happened to me?
“Oh, baby, you’re awake.”
I heard the woman’s voice from somewhere in the distance. I groaned, more from the pain, and then from the realization of who it was that was with me. What the hell was Robin doing there?
“Oh, God, Brandon, I was so worried about you. They said you almost died on the table.”
A loud groan escaped my lips. I tried to tell her to get the hell away from me, but the only sound I could make was a damned groan.
“You lost a considerable amount of blood, Mr. Richardson.”
A man’s voice that time, vaguely familiar. Another groan came from somewhere deep inside of me.
“We repaired a laceration on your right lung. We had to remove your right kidney and a lobe of your liver due to the bleeding we found. You’re lucky to be alive.”
Lucky? This was luck? And where was Jen? I definitely remembered someone telling me she was there before they put me out. Someone had said she had gone to give blood for me. I definitely remembered that. They said she loved me, that she was there. Where the hell was she now? I forced my eyes to open and saw Robin wringing her hands at the edge of my bed. The doctor stood at the foot of the bed, the concern on his face obvious. There were machines all around me, beeping and whirring. Where was Jen? I tried to ask again, but my voice betrayed me with a moan instead.
“We’ll increase the pain medication, Mr. Richardson. You’ll be able to leave critical care in a few days. We’ll keep a close eye on your liver and kidney functions. Assuming everything goes according to plan, you’ll be able to go to the private facility your fiancée has requested by early next week.”
I groaned again. I didn’t have a fiancée. What the hell was he