BURNING PILE » MIGUEL DIAZ

𝟬𝟮𝟱 somebody that i used to know

chapter twenty-five; somebody that i used to know
[ season 3, episode 4 ]

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Nadia was quick to go home after Nathaniel revealed what happened to him. She made sure he was okay, of course, but she didn't wanna stick around for the scheming of revenge that Samantha had already began talking about before she left.

The following week, Nadia decided that she owed a friend a visit. It took some internal back and forth debating, but she ultimately decided it was better she saw Robby sooner than later. From her understanding, he didn't have anyone. Johnny was too occupied with Miguel and his mom was in rehab, meaning he was alone. Sam had been writing to him, but apparently he never wrote back.

She knew what it was like to have everyone treat you like the villain over an accident. And even though she didn't get sent to juvie for what she did to that girl, Nadia wanted to remind Robby that he wasn't entirely alone.

She ended up landing the job at the movie theater. It seemed that would be her only break from all of the chaos that school generated. Especially now that she could see it and experience it firsthand.

When she finally stopped ditching school, she realized why she started in the first place. The ongoing battle between the two dojos was draining. Cobra Kai was being, well, Cobra Kai. While Miyagi-Do was slowly turning into something Daniel would never approve of. Granted, she couldn't be entirely mad since most battles were provoked by the snakes, it still didn't irritate her any less.

Miguel was in the hospital, wondering if he'd ever be able to move his legs again. Meanwhile there was a childish rivalry occurring at school, which is essentially what put him into a coma in the first place.

Nadia checked the time. It was five minutes past four in the afternoon. She was due to visit Robby in about five minutes yet she'd been staring at the door handle for ten. Her legs felt like jelly, and not because she was getting acquainted to walking without the support of her crutches. She'd have to go in eventually. She had work in about an hour.

With a deep sigh, the brunette entered the detention center. She made her way over to the front desk, pressing her two hands on it to slightly elevate herself and look at the man sitting in the desk. "I'm here for a visit. Robby Keene?"

The man didn't spare her a glance. "What time was your visit scheduled for?"

"Four-ten," she replied.

The man pressed a button that made a buzzing noise before pointing to a place a few doors down. "You can just go."

Nadia walked down the dimly lit hallway, her footsteps echoing faintly against the tiled floors. Her palms felt clammy, prompting her to wipe them against the fabric of her pants, trying to prep herself for whatever reaction awaited her.