POV Cole
Everything is fucked.
I'm still in this awful hospital, in pain, cared for like a goddamned baby, the nurse is a bitch, my friends seem like impostors and my girlfriend is acting off. I feel like I'm in jail while everyone else is out there living their lives. I should be out there living my life. The life that I had cradled in the palm of my hand and in the snap of a finger has vanished.
The visit with Dad was as expected. He blamed himself for allowing me into the motocross world even though I did not crash on a dirt bike I crashed on a motorcycle. My memory of the accident is still nonexistent and I don't know if it will ever come to light in my memories. It's incredibly frustrating not to remember such monumental events. What did that nurse mean when she said they left me for dead? The need to know the truth behind all the madness is irking me.
I take hold of the remote that has the nurse call button and press it.
Nearly two minutes pass and she doesn't show. I press it again and a minute later a pretty brunette walks in.
"How can I help you?" She asks batting her lashes at me.
"I need the other one," I state uninterested.
"I'm sorry?" Confusion etches her pretty face.
"I need to other nurse, the blonde one." Her eyebrows furrow and create a wrinkled line in the center.
"Whatever you need, I assure you I can do it, probably even better," she mutters that last part a little quieter but I catch it.
"Well do better at getting the other one," I'm getting annoyed at this point and she can tell.
"Okay, I'm on it, my name is Chloe by the way, just in case she isn't available next time," she's trying to redeem herself the best she can but I really couldn't give a single fuck about either one of them I just want to know what she knows.
Chloe turns to leave but I call out her name. She eagerly turns back around with a smile, "Yes?"
"I'm expecting a new phone to come any day now, do you think you can keep an eye out for me?" I give her a wink for extra measure and she agrees before walking out. Dad ordered me a new phone while he visited and the phone should've been here by now. If Chloe wants to be on my good side she'll be on high alert for that phone.
Twenty ridiculous minutes later, there's a light knock on the door. I try to calm myself down because in those twenty minutes I became impatient, agitated, and in my own head which is a pretty fucking bad neighborhood to be in. If I want this chick to spill then I need to be friendly even if I have to suffer through a lie of being so.
Is she waiting for me to invite her in? Should I write out a formal invitation and slide it under the door?
Dear blonde nurse,
Please I beg of you! Come in after I already asked you to come first. Allow me to grill you about your outburst while I pretend to tolerate you.
RSVP to Cole: twenty fucking minutes ago!
The fuck? Am I really allowing this incompetent girl to care for my injuries? If I wasn't nervous before I sure the fuck am now.
"Come in!" I yell out with more irritation in my voice than I intended.
Remember Cole, the good side.
Coated in white, which looks like she's been jizzed on, she cautiously steps in. Whatever fire she had coursing through her veins has now cooled. The girl is gorgeous but I see gorgeous girls all the time so it doesn't faze me anymore. Her blonde hair is long, blue eyes bright, a few freckles dance along her nose and the outside of it, she's fit as fuck, nice ass body, I take a quick glance to assess the goods and they are more than good.
Focus Cole, focus. I haven't gotten laid in a minute and that's all. I could be alone with a female and not act like an unneutered dog. Which brings me back to the point of her being here. Lex was being hot and cold and I have a feeling she knows why.
"Hey, I heard you needed me for something?" She tucks some hair behind her ear and I know she wants to be anywhere but here.
"Yeah, I want to talk about earlier," I start.
"Look I'm sorry about that, I don't know what got into me. My ass is already going to be handed to me but if it makes you feel better to lecture me yourself, have at it."
I shake my head, I seriously couldn't give two fucks about that. "Nah, I want to know what you meant when you said they left me for dead."
She visibly straightens her spine and I get the feeling she'd rather me chew her out and spit her back out rather than tell me.
"Spill," I demand.
"There's nothing to spill," she says but I'm well aware that she's lying.
I raise an eyebrow at her showing just that. She looks like she's about to give in until a loud bang sounds at the door making us both jump.
"Robert! You better open this damn door right now or so help me god!"
Utter confusion sweeps over me but when I connect my eyes with the girl I don't know the name of, she doesn't look confused at all. She crosses her arms and smacks one hand to her forehead.
"What the fuck is that?" I ask as the banging continues.
"Robert!" It goes again.
"That's Mary Jean," she confesses with a sigh as if that is supposed to explain anything.
"Look, I gotta go put her back to bed, if you need anything, and let me clarify that, if you need anything medically related or if I can get you something then press that button, anything other than that I'm too busy."
So I guess the fire is coming back. What a bitch she doesn't even allow me to get another word in before she vanishes from sight.
She's going to tell me the truth or I'll make every shift of hers a living hell.