XVII . II
From the fight, school and hospital somewhere in between were lost, a black spot in my memory. Every time I looked over at Amanda she had that worried sick expression while all I wanted was to be discharged. Before I could open my mouth to ask, Ryan appeared around the corner, the look of pure horror on his face. I agree I wasn’t in a great state but it isn’t that bad.
“Oh, Becca.” He barely breathed when he walked to the bedside, feeling his eyes examine the cuts and bruising.
“You’ll dig the scars,” I tried to joke only to grimace at the pain in my mouth when I spoke.
“When can I take you home?” pointing the question more towards Amanda than myself, knowing she probably knows the finer details.
“They are just writing up the discharge notes,” a weak smile on her face as her
