move

Ouch.

"Wha-" I can't even get a word out.

My head hurts so damn bad.

Where am I?

It's white and something is beeping.

I look down.

I have an I.V in me hand.

I'm at the hospital.

I hate the hospital.

Evil wrenches try to fix me but all they do is make me worse.

"Oh! Mr. Tuan, I'm glad to see you awake." A blonde nurse came in looking like an angel.

A angel disguised as a demon.

"Take this out."

"Excuse me?"

"Take the I.V out. I want to leave." I started to reach for the I.V but Blondie stopped me.

"Woah there Mr. Tuan. You can't take that out. You got hit pretty hard in the head. You have a serious concussion. And your vitals aren't looking too good either. You have to keep the I.V in."

"Bullshit. Take it out." I started to pull the disgusting plastic tube out of my hand.

She leaned over and pressed a button.

She said code white.

What the hell is that?

Is she calling people here?

Does she think they can hold me back?

I can't stay here. I need to go be with Jackson.

Someone could be gawking over him right now.

He could be holding someone with those strong arms.

Hell no.

That can't happen.

That will never happen.

I ripped all those shits off of me and got out of the bed.

Blondie pushed me back onto the bed.

"Ok Mark. The doctors told me not to let you leave."

"Why can't I leave?" I nearly yelled at here.

She's in my way.

I need to be with Jackson.

"Move."

"I am not moving Mark."

"Move!" She jumped from the raise in my voice.

"N-no! You don't scare me! I m not letting you leave this room.

I growled.

I pushed her.

She got back up.

I pushed her again.

She groaned.

I made my way to the door.

I grabbed the door knob but she pulled me back.

She held my arms behind my back.

"Your not going anywhere."

I might be skinny but I do pack a punch.

I tried to break free.

We were wrestling.

I was winning.

She was losing strength.

I was gaining more.

I finally broke free but she pulled me again and threw me back onto the bed.

I am furious now.

"Give up Mark. Your not leaving."

She's blocking the door.

I'm tired of her.

I grab the I.V needle.

I look at her.

She looks at me.

"Don't do it Ma-"

To late.

I lunged at her.

The I.V is in her eye.

Nice and deep.

She's on the floor.

Holding her bleeding eye.

She's  screaming.

She's crying.

I'm smiling.

I'm laughing.

I told her to move.

It's her fault she didn't listen.

I open the door.

I look back.

Blondie's at the bed by that button.

Hell no.

I have to go to Jackson.

I don't need these bitches to hold me back.

She turns and looks at me.

"They're coming for your ass!"

Who's they?

I don't want to find out.

I run.

I hope Blondie will be alright.

I hope she rots in the nicest part of hell.

Damn Mark. Mark don't play.Thanks for reading.Baaaaaaayyyyyyyyiiiiiiieeeeee