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27 | 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖

TW: MENTIONS OF BLOOD | MAY BE DISTURBING OR ALARMING TO SOME READERS

"ellie! the snacks is ready!" mrs. becca call out to me. "coming!" i say running down the stairs. i walk into the kitchen and see mrs. becca eating a pizza roll. "pizza rolls!" i say excitedly running over to the plate. "careful hon, they're-" she starts to say. i pop one in my mouth and my eyes widen. "hot?" i say tilted my head up so the food doesn't fall out when i talk. "yup." mrs. becca says softly laughing. i squeeze my eyes shut and shake my hands and move from foot to foot as i chew it. i swallow the pizza roll and immediately get a cup and fill it with water. i chug it and exhale loudly. "you good?" mrs. becca asks smiling. "do i LOOK good? i can't feel my tongue!" i say. "okay okay my bad." she says with her arms raised. 

"hey, were gonna be leaving for the hospital innn...about half an hour." she says looking at the microwave timer. "okay." i say smiling. i leave the kitchen, go upstairs and into my room, and grab a plastic bag from under the sink in my bathroom. i put the stuffed animals in the bag along with two hershey bars, a nerds rope, and a bag of sour patch kids. i leave my room with the bag and go down stairs and into the kitchen again. "ooh what's in there?" mrs. becca asks. "you'll see." i say confidently. "the pizza rolls are cooled down by the way." mrs. becca states. "yayyy." i say grabbing one and eating it. "im gonna go start the car. come out when your ready." she says before leaving the kitchen. i eat like two more pizza rolls and then put them in a container for later. i grab the bag and walk out the front door to the car. i open the passenger side door and buckle when i get in. mrs. becca puts the car in drive and we head for the hospital.

after about 20 minutes we arrive at the hospital. "you ready?" mrs. becca asks me. "yup." i say unbuckling my seatbelt and getting out of the car. we walk through the entrance and mrs. becca talks to one of the ladys at the front desk. mrs. becca then goes to the elevator and i follow. the elevator opens and we get in. "what floor?" i ask. "4" mrs. becca answers. we reach the fourth floor and walk to the desk where the nurses are. "we are here to see dixie hughes." mrs. becca tells the nurse. "and your the mother?" the nurse asks. "yes." "and what about her?" the nurse points to me with her pen. "she's a very very close friend of hers." mrs. becca tells her. 

"alrighty! follow me." the nurse said standing up and leading us down what seems like the longest hallway ever. "just a warning, your gonna see a lotta tubes, IV's, equipment, and her wound. okay?" mrs. becca whispers to me. i nod my head and continue walking. the nurse stops in front of a door. "here we are! im pretty sure your husband is already in there with her." the nurse says. "great. thank you." mrs. becca tells the nurse. mrs. becca opens the door quietly and i follow. the lights are off except for a small lamp in the corner of the room. "hi baby." mrs. becca gently says going around the wall. i hesitate but continue walking. 

there, laying on the hospital bed, was my best friend, covered in medical tubes. my stomach twists as i look at her. she looks horrible... i look at one of the chairs in the room and see david, dixie's stepdad. "hey girl! how you doin?" david says quietly standing up and giving me a gentle hug. "hi david. im good. you?" i ask. "im doing alright." david says shrugging. i look back over a dixie who seems asleep. "is she sleeping?" i ask softly. "yeah. she knocked out about an hour ago." david said looking at his daughter. i nod and walk over to her. examining the wound from surgery on her head. her hair was shaved in the area from the operation. a large cut lays on the top and side of her head, stitches and staples being the only thing literally keeping her skin together. i feel like throwing up, i really don't like seeing her- ANYONE like this. 

dried blood and bruising surrounds the wound. i feel my eyes start to tear up as i back away from the bed. "she's gonna be fine." mrs. becca states. "i know." i say with a small smile dabbing my eyes so that no tears fall. "hey, you wanna go down to the cafeteria? she's gonna be asleep for a while so we might as well eat something in case were here longer than we expect." she says rubbing my back. "yeah that sounds good." i say. we shut the door quietly behind us and take the elevator down to the first floor. we follow the signs that point us in the right direction and enter the cafeteria. we grab a tray and move down the line of people. i grab a slice of pizza, an orange, chocolate milk, and a brownie. i hear my phone vibrate in my pocket so i set down my tray at the table david and mrs. becca are and pull my phone out of my pocket. nick is calling. 

i answer and nick and matt show up on the screen. "hiii!" i say with my chin in my palm. "heyyy! how are you?" nick said. "im good. my flight was good. and i met this REALLY nice old couple on the plane and they were so fucking funny." i say. "were glad you made it there safely!" matt said. i smile but switch my face to confusion. "where's olive? and chris?" i ask. "oh chris is in his room and o-" nick starts but gets interrupted by a voice behind the camera.

 "can we go film a video?" someone who sounds like olive says. "well olive were kinda on the phone right now." nick says looking away from the camera. "with who?" olive asks. "eliana." matt answers with a smile. "oh." olive says with an annoyed tone. "well, im gonna go hang out with chris in his room." olive said and then her footsteps were heard going upstairs. "god, she's actually getting annoying now." nick says to me. "what do you mean?" i ask peeling my orange. "she's always asking to film videos and make tiktoks with us." matt says. "AND, every time we mention your name she gets all annoyed and irritated like she doesn't like you or something." nick says. "when were hanging out, she's always next to chris, like all up on him like she's a bee and he's a fucking flower. except if i was a bee, i would fucking sting her right now. don't care if i die afterwords, i just want her to feel pain." matt says slumping back into the couch.

i strangely feel twisting in my stomach again at the thought of olive being all up on chris. weird. "remember when we were waiting for me to board the plane at the airport and she said that i should just stay here for a while, like she doesn't want me back anytime soon?" i ask. "oh my god yeahhh. i didnt even think of that." nick said. "oh and the worst part is, she. won't. leave. like she doesn't have her own house and now we are her fucking hotel. SHE WEARS OUR CLOTHES." he added and matt agreed. "hey ellie baby?" mrs. becca softly interrupts. "yes?" i ask. "were gonna head back to the room okay? come up when your done." she says and blows a kiss to me and i return the action. i look back at my phone. "to be honest i think she's just there for clout." i say. "i mean, think about it. always wanting to be in your videos, always wanting to be seen with you, and...well, always around chris to probably..i don't know get him to like her? or something?" i say. "that's a good point." matt says. there was a pause in the conversation until nick spoke. "how's dixie?" he said. "well..."