Chap. 21

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Trinity's POV

I stirred my straw around in my Frappuccino, my elbow propped up on the table and my head resting in my palm.

"You're early," Mackenzie commented, dropping her shopping bags on the floor. She plopped down across the table from me, swirling around her coffee before taking a sip. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just worried is all," I answered. I sighed, removing my head from my hand.

"Nikki is in the bathroom, but she'll be right out. She's a wreck."

"It's been hard on all of us."

"How's he doing?" Mackenzie asked.

"They extended his stay in the ICU."

"What for?"

"All I was told was complications. But the only reason they're keeping him in there is for his brain, so they must still be having problems."

"Have you asked Tyler?"

"He hasn't been home to ask. He's spending every waking moment up there with Shane. Tyler says he's usually unconscious though, knocked out on pain pills."

Nicole placed her order, receiving her drink before joining us at the table.

"You didn't buy anything?" I asked her.

She shook her head. "I was a party pooper."

Mackenzie gave her a tight squeeze. "It's alright honey."

"Go visit him," I said, taking another sip of my drink.

"I can't," she answered.

"Please don't start this again," Mackenzie said, taking another sip of her coffee. "Let's head back to my place and watch a movie. I stocked up on cookie dough."

I nodded, standing up.

"How is he?" Nicole asked me, slowly standing up.

I exchanged glances with Mackenzie. It's the first time she'd asked about Shane's condition.

"You guys are looking at each other like you're hiding something." She gripped her drink. "Is he not well?"

"His stay in the ICU has been extended," I said, quietly.

She nodded, looking away. She was furiously blinking, trying to hold in the tears.

"What movie?" Mackenzie asked, linking arms with Nicole and I as we walked out of Starbucks.

"Mean Girls," Nicole and I said in unison. All three of us cracked up.

Once we reached Mackenzie's house, she already had the cookie dough and spoons out, and was leafing through her DVD's for our favorite.

"What about after Mean Girls?" Mackenzie asked, pulling out the DVD.

"Pitch Perfect," all three of us said in unison.

"We know each other so well it's scary," Nicole said, grabbing a tub of cookie dough before plopping down on the couch. She dug in with her spoon, moaning as flavor hit her tongue.

"You're such a freak," I teased, grabbing my tub. I plopped down next to her, savoring the taste of my chocolate chunk cookie dough.

"Alrighty," Mackenzie said, plugging in the DVD before grabbing her tub and sitting on the other side of Nicole. "Shut up and eat."

"Will do," Nicole said, with a salute.

"If you insist," I added, taking another bite.


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