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I woke up to a machine beeping. Heart rate monitor. Bright lights poured into my squinted eyes like a bucket dipped under water, and a small whine escaped my lips when I'd felt an intense hot pain along my ribs. Carefully, I ran my fingers over them and the pain that I'd inflicted on myself was enough to make me puke. Literally.
"Oh! Are you alright?!" A nurse asked me softly, patting my back as I leaned over the right side of my hospital bed. "Where's Giorgi," I mumbled, sitting back up as I wiped my mouth. "The man you came in here with," the nurse questioned. I nodded and carried my blurry eyes to look at the woman, and I screamed when I saw Tammy's blurry silhouette to my left. "NO! YOU LOST! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO LEAVE US ALONE! HOW DID YOU EVEN GET HERE?! YOU—"
"Cameron," Giorgi's groggy voice suddenly called from a bit of a distance away. I quickly moved to get up and follow his deep speech, but Tammy grabbed me and held me down before I could get onto my feet. I sobbed when a couple of other doctors assisted her in restraining me, and wished for Giorgi to save me. "No~," I whined, tears sliding down my face as I'd felt too weak to move. "I won fair and square..."
"Baby," my boyfriend suddenly sounded right next to me. I turned my head to my right and bawled when I saw him reaching out for my hand, and I immediately intertwined our fingers. "That's not Tammy. She's gone, Cam."
"What? But..." I glanced at the brunette woman's face again, but my eyes were still no good. They remained fuzzy and continued to fool me into believing that the woman beside me was Tammy in scrubs. So, I looked back over at Giorgi and asked: "Where is she?"
"Police found her car smashed into a highway divider," the Greek man sighed. "They said she died upon impact."
"Died in a car crash...?" I mumbled. My boyfriend nodded and squeezed my hand. Lola crashed her car when Giorgi ended things with her. It was almost suicide by car crash, but her doctors were able to save her life.
She did it to make him feel bad... Is this Tammy's distorted parody? Actual suicide by car crash to make me feel sorry? ...Huh. Well, I don't feel remorseful at all. I only feel more annoyed.
"I'm sorry," I apologized to my boyfriend. Because she took her own life... "You don't get the justice you deserve."
He sighed heavily and shrugged. "Oh, well. It's fine. I'm just glad that you're safe," he said softly.
"I'm so glad you're safe," I mewled, letting go of his hand to stroke his cheek. "I was so scared that I'd lose you... You were bleeding so much."
"Yeah, it's a good thing you guys came when you did," the nurse chimed in. "Doctors said that if you had arrived two minutes later, things might not have ended so good. Luckily, they were able to help you both just in time. I mean, the blood loss was great so you both fell into a deep unconscious state, but you're both A-okay."
"Deep unconscious states... We were in comas?" I clarified.
"Yup. Giorgi fell into a three day slumber, and you, Cameron, have been out for five days. Welcome back!" The nurse beamed. "I'm your nurse, Polly, by the way."
"Oh... I'm sorry," I mumbled. "I thought you were someone else."
"The girl who did this to you," Polly chalked up. "That's okay. Are your eyes still fuzzy?"
"Yeah... How did you know?"
"Well, when you came in, you had a cut on your forehead that was feeding blood into your eyes," the brunette mentioned. "So, we've been rinsing your eyeballs with water and putting eyedrops in to flush all the blood out every two hours. Now that you're awake, your blinking is going to help clear your vision, and I'd like to recommend a good, hard cry at least once today and tomorrow. Just so that we can make sure there's absolutely no more blood sitting behind those chocolate orbs of yours."
Giorgi shuddered beside me and I couldn't help but smile at him. "Okay, thank you," I said to the nurse.
"Of course! If you need me, just press this little button here, alright?" Polly instructed, pointing at a small remote control beside me before walking away.
"Five days," I'd gawked, looking at my boyfriend. "Why didn't you wake me up? Agh, what time is it? I'm late for school."
Giorgi groaned as he laughed, cradling his stomach, and I winced as my own abdomen stung from my giggling. "Damn it, Cameron," he chuckled. "I'm sorry," I tittered.
Two more days had passed, and Giorgi and I were finally admitted from the hospital. To our great surprise, the house had been cleaned up, as if my and Tammy's fight had never even happened. The only thing out of place was an envelope taped to the fridge with our names on it.
"Do you think the police left it?" I asked my boyfriend as he'd walked over and grabbed it. "What, like, they wrote it or just saw it on the fridge already and left it behind after inspecting the house," he questioned. "I dunno. Which one makes more sense to you," I inquired with a shrug.
Giorgi frowned as he opened the envelope and pulled out a paper, and my impatience to know what the letter said persuaded me to step over and look over his arm.
"It's a letter from the police station," I asked, reading the closing first. Sincerely, Detective Lance Albertsons, and Officer Timothy Jaunce...
"They're apologizing and asking us not to sue. These are the guys that we talked to about Tammy. They're the homophobic asses that laughed when we reported her," Giorgi reminded me.
"Oh..." I mumbled. "Do you want to sue? We can make some extra money to repair the damage on your car. I mean, Tammy busted your rearview window and dented the trunk."
"She did?!"
"You didn't see it when you put me in your car that day? Or how about today when you drove us home? Didn't you at least feel the wind from the back window when you were driving?"
"No! I was panicking about all the blood that day, and I thought you opened a window," Giorgi scoffed, walking over to the front door before stepping outside. "FUCK!" He shouted from the driveway, soon stomping back inside.
"We should sue them," I said. "That way you can at least get a little bit of justice. They laughed when we asked for help and are now asking us to respect their wishes. That's not right. It's bad enough that..." I quickly cut myself off and sighed, stepping over to hug my boyfriend. "I just don't want you to feel completely screwed over, Gio."
The large Greek man kissed my forehead and ran his fingers through my hair from behind, softly clenching a handful. "Alright. Then we'll sue," he whispered against my lips, placing a short kiss upon them. "For now, can you tell me how the fight went? I heard Tammy was found missing an ear, and I remember your mouth being a bit bloody..."
I laughed a bit and shook my head. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"No?"
"Mm-mm..." I tittered.
"Oh, okay," my boyfriend chuckled, leading me into our bedroom. "Ughhh~," he groaned as we laid down. "Does this mean we're allowed to live our lives peacefully now that she's gone?"
"Gosh, I hope so," I grumbled as Giorgi interlaced our fingers.
"I swear, Cameron, if we come across another damn admirer or fan of yours and they're anything like Tammy—even if they just have brown hair like hers, I'm gonna file a restraining order against them," the Greek man said sternly. "No more weirdos."
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