>Stupid skinnie bastard tsking fang away from me
>Going over to her house to "study", yeah right
>I can't deal with this right now, just need to get home
>My feet are moving on their own
>Head's too busy thinking, plotting
>I'm already halfway across the intersection before I notice the lights red
>And the truck barreling straight at me
>Fuck
>It only hurts for a second before I'm out cold
>Skinnie auto makers and their mile high lifted trucks
>It felt like just a blink before I was awake again
>The ache in my head told me it had been much longer
>Looking around the hospital room the only person I could see was Anon
>What the hell was this skinnie piece of shit doing here?
>Probably just wants to laugh in my face about how I got hit
>I want, no I need to tear in to him about this
>How if he just left us alone I would have been at Fang's house
>By this point he's noticed I'm awake, and I notice the look on his face
>Not a look of pride or triumph like I expected, but a forlorn look of sadness
>He's mumbling now, Raptor Jesus my head hurts enough already I don't need more worthless noise
>Finally after giving him a death glare for a good thirty seconds he picks up his voice
>"Sorry, I mean, for everything"
>What?
>This js a joke right?
>Someone show me the cameras
>The look an his face is telling me otherwise
>Does he feel bad?
>He should, this is all his fault after all
>He starts to get up, mumbling something about how he'll leave me alone now
>"Wait"
>Anon pauses and slowly turns around
>"Why are you here?"
>I can see the wheels turning in his head
>He shrugs, "because Fang told me to, I guess"
>"Really? You sat there and waited JUST because Fang told you too?"
>I want to sound angry
>I should be angry
>But I just come off as more concerned
>"You were right"
>It looks like even he didn't expect himself to say that
>There's a pause, he looks conflicted
cont.