Chapter 8
FIRST DAY
Maggie
After a few days, the hospital released me. A head injury means that everyone must hover over you. I couldn’t even go to the bathroom in peace.
“Marco! Get out!”
“I’m making sure that you don’t fall!”
“I don’t need your help!”
“Why? I don’t find you hot. I’m freaking gay for crying out loud!”
Nash walked in and escorted Marco out of the bathroom.
“Okay, okay, I’m going, geez.”
Nash walked in and closed the door behind him.
“I want to pee in peace.” I sighed.
Nash chuckled. “Yeah, well, Marco worries about you.”
I pulled up my pants, washed my hands, and dried them. I walked towards Nash and laid my head on his chest. “Nash, I’m tired of people treating me like a porcelain doll.”
“I know, but what happened to you worries us.” Nash wrapped his arms ar
