Finding 4

I'M NOT DISAPPOINTED

   "WHAT are you doing?" I asked half an hour later, closing a random pamphlet about drug overdoses.

Throwing her blanket over Gerard, Lily scooted toward the edge of the bed. "So now you're talking to me," she muttered, yanking out the IV drip that was in her arm.

For the last thirty minutes, the two of us had fallen into a thick silence that consisted of her glaring at the door and me trying not to watch her like a hawk.

Holding back on rolling my eyes at her tone, I leaned back in my chair. "You know the docs put that in your arm to bring up your hydration, right?" I deadpanned. "You know, considering you passed out and all that. Did you somehow just forget that part or...?"

Sucking on her teeth, she flicked her gaze over to me, utterly annoyed. "You know you can rack off now, right?" she shot back. "It's not like I'm going to take drugs again."

"You're in a hospital full of drugs," I reminded her, rolling my eyes that time. "This place is heaven to your sticky fingers."

"I'm not a drug addict!"

"I'm sorry, how many times have you been high this last week alone?"

"Bite me, Lynch."

"You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Last I remember, it sends you over the edge when I bite your lip, jackass."

"Please tell me I'm in hell," Gerard groggily grumbled, rubbing one of his eyes while narrowing the other on his sister. "Because that's the only explanation I have for hearing more than I ever expected about what fucked up kinks you two have."

Instantly, Lily's shoulders relaxed, and the built-up frustration in her eyes disappeared as she faced her brother. "Not kinks, brother," she mused. "Just foreplay."

"Jesus Christ!" he strangled out with a disgusted look, gagging. "I hate the pair of ye."

Snorting, I crossed my arms over my chest. "We don't use foreplay, lad."

"Okay! Enough!" he barked with a shiver. "Fucking hell, maybe I should start taking drugs." It took all of two seconds for his mood to shift. Glaring at his sister, who nervously laughed, he growled, "You goddamned eejit, Lily."

"Here we go," she tiredly sighed, flopping herself back down on the bed, only to wince. "Jesus!"

That had me and Gerard on our feet with a look of worry.

"What?" her brother demanded, helping her sit back up.

"What's sore?" I asked, noting one of her hands pressing against her side. "Do you feel sick? Should I find a vomit bag? Bucket?"

Shaking her head, Lily took in a deep breath. "It's nothing," she bit out, clearly in pain. "I must've just landed on a nerve or something."

Bullshit.