Page 11 of Sweet Anarchy
"I don't want to leave him."
Zayn heads over, crouching down next to me. "We can always come back tomorrow, babe."
I go to argue but Blake interjects.
"We'll stay with you here. One of us can go back to the house and grab you some new clothes. And we can get food."
My heart swells at Blake's suggestion. "You'd do that for me?"
He nods. "Of course we would. If that's what you want, then we will all do that."
I don't know why, but my gaze automatically drifts to Asher, waiting for his input. I expect him to argue but he just nods as well.
"I'll go get you some fresh clothes from home. Do you want anything to eat as well?"
"No," I reply softly. "I'm not hungry."
Asher grabs the keys from Zayn. "I'm getting food anyway. You need to eat."
There's the stubborn Asher I was waiting for.
I just nod, too tired to argue. Mainly it's because I know he's right. But I'll never admit it.
Asher returns about an hour later with a backpack that looks ready to explode, hanging from his shoulders, and three boxes of pizza in his hands.
I have to admit, despite not feeling hungry, the smell of the pizza makes my stomach clench and rumble.
Asher sets the bag down on a spare chair. While he was gone, the twins went and borrowed chairs from other rooms so we could all sit.
"I grabbed clothes for all of us," Asher says, digging around to pull out a pair of shorts and a shirt for me. "I wasn't sure if you wanted lingerie but I picked some lacy purple ones or a thong."
He holds both up and I charge over, snatching them.
"Ash! Don't flash my underwear in the hospital," I scold, shoving the lacy briefs back into the bag.
He rolls his eyes. "They see genitals every day. Your clean underwear isn't going to shock anyone."
"Still," I mumble. "It's private."
Blake stands from his chair and heads over to the bag, grabbing some clothes too.
"I'll come with you to the shower," he offers.
"Thanks," I answer, shoving the thong inside the shorts. "I don't know where they are."
Blake leads us out of the room, and I glance at Chuck once more to check if he's awake. He's still out cold, making my heart drop. But at the moment, as long as his heart is still beating, there's hope.
We head to the back of the recovery ward and I'm surprised to find there's a shower in one of the restrooms. It seems to be the only one, so we both head into the room, locking the door behind us.
I place my clothes on the metal tray attached to the wall, slowly pulling off my shirt and pants which are covered in dried blood.
Blake reaches over, turning the faucet on for me, before moving away from the stream to get undressed.
"I've always hated hospital showers," I admit. "I feel like the ground is dirty, and the shower pressure is always terrible."
He lets out a small laugh. "I'm sure it's clean. I can't help the shower pressure though."
I check the temperature before stepping under the stream of hot water, letting it run down my head. The water at my feet turns a transparent red, which I do my best to ignore. Blake steps into the stream next to me, reaching for some soap that's in a dispenser attached to the wall.
