~Dylan~
Elliot chases me to the hospital, bill covered mind you when he sees me sit at Aiden’s desk, still reeling from Aiden’s attack. That is how I find myself, in the emergency room, getting myself checked. I had been informed that the cut on my arm is too deep for simple bandaging which means, I need to get stitches. When the nurse tells me about the fifteen stitches, I am scheduled to get, I groan because I hate them. The dressing needs to be changed and everything and I abso-f*****g-lutely despise it. The whole procedure, including a scan and x-ray of my rib bruise, takes me a whole two hours, hours that I could’ve spent in the comforts of my own apartment on a supposed holiday. But when the attending doctor says, that I should be grateful that my ribs are not broken, I do take a
