Starry Nights Escaping the City Lights, chapter 4

I looked over my shoulder at Charlie "You know I'm pretty sure I'm not paralyzed and I know you love your furniture and all Charlie but do you really think the chair needs to come along with us?"

Tré laughed at my sarcasm and Charlie gave me the 'I'll get you back for that one later' look. I just gave him a bit of a mocking smile as he set me down and I made an attempt at getting to my feet but no sooner did I put weight on my right leg it gave out and I pitched forward.
Charlie caught me and pulled my arm over his shoulder, "You sure your not crippled?"
I glared at him and Tré started sniggering again "Are you two like this all the time?"
He pushed the now abandon chair up against the building so it was out of the way and came to my other side. I looked over at him and again another smile crossed my face as I sarcastically replied, "No, we're only like this when one of us is severely wounded." This was greeted by a smile and we then continued our way towards the lot where Charlie parked his old jeep.
Charlie and I rarely drove anywhere preferring to use public transportation or walking to get around rather than fighting the traffic through New York our selves. This was an exception though, since the hospital was about thirty blocks away and would have been a bit of a walk normally, but doing it with a wounded leg? No way, no how! I slid into the back seat as Charlie got behind the wheel and Tré climbed into the passenger seat. Three doors shut and the jeep sputtered to life.
"Ha! I haven't driven this thing in three months and it still purrs like a kitten!" Charlie crowed and gave the dashboard a pat.
Tré turned in his seat and jerked his head in Charlie's direction giving me a quizzical look. I shrugged. Charlie had always been weird about the jeep. I stretched my leg out on the seat with a grimace as we rolled out of the lot and pulled onto the street. Tré turned around in his seat and stared at me for a few moments. I blinked.
"Whats goin' on?"
He smirked, "Oh nothing, I just can't figure out how you ended up down a dark alley with four very pissed people ready to tear you to pieces."
"She has a knack for getting into trouble lately." Charlie jibbed.
Tré gave me a curious look, "Do tell."
"Lets here about the whole alley thing first because that's the most recent," Charlie added.
I sighed, actually happy they where firing questions at me. Talking was helping to keep my mind off the searing pain in my leg. I took a deep breath and plunged into the story. I told them all about the "mystery man," what he had told me, the paper with the address on it he had given to me, which was I had no clue where now. I spoke briefly of the horrible sight of the dogs fighting and the sheer cruelty of it all and about being spotted and the ensuing chase during which I had been shot at and then had ended up running into the dead end. It seemed so unreal now.
I ran a finger along the cut on my cheek and looked at the scrapes I had received when I'd been pulled off the wall. Tré shook his head.
"That's so damn crazy! If I hadn't been down that alley myself I wouldn't have been able to believe any of it."

Charlie was dead silent. Probably thinking over all I had just said. I left him to it.

"So what happened this other time you butted heads with someone?" Tré asked, genuinely curious.
I sighed, "That was nowhere near as bad as this one."

I rattled off the story of the little "heart to heart" talk me and Jackman had.

Tré laughed a bit and said, "More power to ya Kitra, that took some real guts on your part. Good job!"

At that moment I was really happy it was dark and Tré couldn't see my face completely. I was blushing like crazy.

We pulled into the hospital parking lot and Charlie parked, turned off the engine and got out of the car. Tré was just about to follow suit when I grabbed his arm before he could duck out.

"Wait."

He quirked an eyebrow, giving me a questioning look.

"We're about to walk into a hospital full of all sorts of people and I'm positive that at least one of them will flip out when they see Tré Cool come casually walking in."
"Teenies... and paparazzi... " he muttered in reply and I nodded.

He paused thinking it over. I had a feeling he almost wanted to reek havoc by just walking in, but in the end he pulled the hood of his jacket up over his head hiding his face. I gave him a nod and we both climbed out of the jeep. The two took up their positions on either side of me.

"My own human crutches... " I muttered, shaking my head.

What a trio we must have looked like as we walked through the automatic doors at the hospital entrance, I was bloodied up quite a bit and both Tré and Charlie had their own cuts and bruises along with some of my own blood on them. The receptionist looked us over and quickly took our names down (Tré just told her his real name, Frank Wright). We then took seats in the large waiting, room followed by a few stares that I didn't understand at first, but then I realized Tré was giving random people the "whats up" nod and pointing. I elbowed him.
"Ow." He muttered rubbing side.
He made some strange face and poked me back and we spent a couple minutes poking each other back and forth, this then escalated into slapping at each other. People where definetly staring now and Charlie told us to knock it off. Tré looked up at the ceiling and pointed at me before slumping back in his chair with a sigh.
I sat there for a few minute before I noticed two girls (about 15 years old Id guess) sitting across from us. One had blond hair and that kind of snotty stuck up air about her, the other had light brown hair and looked like one of those people who tried to fit in with the popular kids but didn't actually know where she belonged. The blond was muttering to her friend who kept casting nervous glances over at us, obviously uncomfortable about her friend talking about us when we where right there. The girl could have cared less though because she didn't seem to be trying to keep very quiet. God, I HATED people like that! I sat there chewing my lip in irritation and trying to ignore the continual whispering but it was a loosing battle.
The next time the blond looked over my green eyes locked with her blue and she gave me the 'piece of shit stuck to my shoe' look.
I blinked slowly and took a breath before calmly saying, "Is there something I could help you with?" She made a disgusted noise before snottily replying.
"What makes you think I would want to talk to you much less need your help?"
I bit back a sharp retort.
"Well I just figured since you have been sitting there staring and muttering very audibly for the last ten minutes that you had something you wanted to say."
"Yeah right!" she snapped then turned and looked at Charlie, scooting her chair up a little closer to him. He kinda leaned back.
"Hi," she crooned at him in a sugar coated fake sweet voice that made me want to puke. "My name is Brittany, and has any one ever told you how sexy you look?"
Tré shifted in his chair a bit on my other side and muttered, "Has anyone ever told you that hitting on a guy after being a bitch to his friend never works?"
I sniggered and she ignored us tossing her blond hair haughtily over her shoulder as she asked Charlie, "So what's your favorite band? I don't really have a favorite but I'm really into rap and hip-hop."
I made a gagging noise and Tré and I both started sniggering again we went on, ignored by Brittany, although I was positive that we where pissing her off to no end. Charlie looked at her for a moment and replied, " I'm a really big fan of Green Day."
Tré leaned forward giving Charlie the thumbs up and I did a little dance in my chair. He chewed his lip trying not to burst out laughing at us. Brittany made a disgusted noise and Tré and I stopped immediately to glare at her.
"I can't stand Green Day! All of their stuff is terrible, old and new! They're all a bunch of wanna be posers and what the hell is up with their drummer?"
Tré tensed up beside me and I started chewing my tongue angrily.
"I mean the others are bad ENOUGH, but then you throw in that God damn, perverted, overly psychotic, idiot drummer who THINKS he can play, and I mean that is just TOO much."
Tré stood up pushing his chair back against the wall with a thud. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his head down so I could whisper in his ear.

"I know you're pissed off but hang on for a minute. I have an idea."

He took a deep breath and sat back down. Before I could do anything though, Brittney's friend spoke.

"Brittany, quit being such a damn BITCH will you? My GOD, you are such a stuck up prick, why the FUCK did I ever start hanging around with you?"
Brittany whipped around, "What did you just say?" she snarled.
"You heard me," came the calm reply.

She stood up raging, but we didn't get to see the end, because at that moment the doctor called us.
We walked down a brightly lit hallway with doors on either side, stopping and entering a room about halfway down.

"In here please," the doctor said in a monotone drawl.

Tré and Charlie had both taken up their positions on either side of me, and they helped me into the room and onto the examining table before they took two empty chairs across from me. The doctor looked down at the clip board he was holding and then gave me the up and down look.

"So what exactly happened to you?"

SHIT! I hadn't thought of how I was going to answer that! There was no way I could tell him the truth because it sounded so far fetched and I had no solid proof! I quickly rambled out some cock and bull story about taking a nasty fall down the cement steps outside of the apartment complex and getting a piece of broken glass lodged in my knee. He bought it. A nurse entered the room at that point, he mumbled something to her, and she bustled back out of the room. I shifted a bit uncomfortabl. I hated it when doctors did that.
He then turned his attention to Charlie and Tré. "All right, then what happened to you two?" He asked peering over his clipboard at them.
They had not thought of what they would say either. Charlie was the first to rattle off his story, telling the doctor that he had been carrying some broken furniture out to the dumpster and had caught himself on a sharp edge. I thought it sounded believable and the doc bought it as well. He then turned to Tré.

"And what is your story then, Mr. Cool?" I started and Charlie glanced over at Tré.
He blinked up at the doctor who looked calmly back. "Um... I actually don't know how I cut my arm up... er... how did you know who I am." Tré fumbled over his words as he spoke. I could tell he was a bit taken aback.
"I have a fourteen year old daughter who is completely obsessed with Green Day... she has posters every where." He chuckled a bit. "I see your face ever day so it was not very hard to recognize you."

Tré aloud a small smile to cross his face and the doctor continued.

"Back to business then. What happened to your arm Mr. Cool?" Tré blinked and pondered the question for a moment studying his arm.
"It's just a cut... I honestly don't know how it happened... "

The doctor gave Tré a hard stare. I had a feeling the doctor could tell he was lying but in the end, he shrugged and then went over and started taking a few things out of a cupboard and bandaged the two up.
"Er... doc I really think Kitra needs help more than we do at the moment. Shouldn't you take care of her first?" Charlie asked as the man started cleaning and bandaging the gash on his chest.
He finished and looked up, "I can not help her until the nurse returns with... " he stopped because at that moment the nurse returned carrying something in her hand.

The doctor turned his back to us taking what the nurse had brought in and making some sort of preparation which including pulling on a mask and rubber gloves. I watched nervously. Masks and gloves NEVER meant anything good.

He turned around holding a needle in on hand. Damn, I hate it when I'm right.
He knelt down in fornt of me, "I'm just going to give you a little shot. Nothing to worry about, just a little serum that will numb up your leg so we can get the glass out and bandage it up. Your lucky the wound isn't any bigger or we would have had to give you stitches!" He chuckled at this.

This was one of the reasons I didn't like doctors, their all NEEDLE HAPPY!

"You're just going to feel a little prick and a pinch... " I flinched slightly when he put the needle in and then relaxed taking a deep breath.
It was over in a few moments. "Okay then. It will take a few minutes to numb up completely."

We sat there in silence as my leg started to numb and after a time the doctor asked if I could feel anything. I shook my head and he grabbed a pair of thin pliers. Kneeling down in front of me, he worked the pliers in and my stomach flopped. I couldn't feel anything but it was still sickening. My eyes wandered over to Tré and Charlie. They too had decided that they didn't want to watch. Charlie had his face buried in one of his hands as he leaned uncomfortably back in his chair and Tré was had taken a great interest in his shoes. I chose to look at the lovely white ceiling!

Minutes ticked slowly by and I began to wonder if the doctor would ever be done. I looked down and immediately regretted it. The glass was almost out but my knee was a bloody mess. Again with the stomach flop. I looked up locking eyes with Tré who had glanced up from his shoes. He gave me a smirk and then crossed his eyes sticking his tongue out at me. I smiled and then made a face back at him. This continued for another couple of minutes and then the doctor stood up having finished with my knee, which was now wrapped up. The piece of glass sat on a piece of cloth on a tray. I glanced at it and then decided that was enough for me. The doc handed me some gauze and bandages.

"Keep it clean and wrapped well. It should be pretty well off in a few days." I nodded and Charlie, Tré, and I stood making to leave but the doctor stopped Tré at the door. "Could I talk to you a minute?" Tré looked curiously at him and then stepped back in the room, returning a few moments later shaking his head.

I quirked an eyebrow at him as he looked at me. "He wanted my autograph to give to his daughter." Charlie smiled slightly and I giggled. We made our way down the hall and Tré pulled his hood back up before we made our way back across the waiting room and out the automatic doors. We where making aour way across the parking lot when a voice came from behind us. "

Hey, you three, what makes you think I was done talking to you just because of stupid Halia?" I turnded around only to see Brittany storming towards us.
Halia must have been the friend that was with her... wounder where she went. She pushed pas Charlie and Tré and got right up in my face.

"Because of YOU I'm stuck walking the two blocks back home due to the fact you turned my best FRIEND against me!"
"Aw, two blocks you poor baby!" I replied sarcastically. "I honestly don't think she was ever your friend anyway Brittany. She was simply your shadow and a person you could dump on when you felt the need. She gave you a piece of her mind back there. Your just mad because by the looks of it you got what you deserved for once and you don't like it."

A lamp post overhead cast light down on our little group and gave me a clear view of the anger rising in Brittany's face.

"You are a BITCH," she yowled.

I sighed rolling my eyes a bit before I took a finger and pushed her back a step, not caring to have people right in my face.

"I'm sorry, but I cant have you going around telling people incorrect statements. You see I'm not A bitch I'm THE bitch."

She gave a snarl and before I could step aside, she caught me across the face with her hand. It hurt but the pain seemed distant somehow... whatever the doctor had given me to numb up my leg must be effecting my entire system because I found myself dead calm as I spoke.

"You're going about this all wrong."

I started but a hand grabbed my wrist before I could swing back and I heard Charlie's voice in my ear.

"Kitra, do you really think you should be picking another fight? Isn't one enough for a day?" Just then, Brittany gave a little wave to Charlie.
"Oh hey sexy! You gonna walk me home after I'm done deating her?"

Charlie looked from her toe me and hissed in my ear, "kick her ass," before letting me go.

"Okay,as I was saying, slap like THIS!"

I hit her hard dragging my nails across the side of her face leaving a few shallow bloody scratches. She yelped, putting a hand to her face as she took a few steps back and whiped some blood away.

"I'm going to KILL you!" she screamed.
"Second death threat tonight, I'm on a roll!" I replied happily doing a little victory dance which, to my amusement, pissed Brittany off even more.
I could also hear Tré and Charlie sniggering behind me. I was just messing with the stupid kid, I didn't want to actually fight because I would tear her to pieces and I didn't really feel like going to jail. She made another swipe at me but I sidestepped and she stumbled, falling into the bushes in one of the medians. I shook my head, heaved a sight and walked over to help her out. She was a complete fuck, but that didn't mean I had to make one out of myself as well. I extended a had to her as she lay there in the shrub glaring up at me.

She spat on it and then pulled herself up glaring at me as if I had just thrown a bucket of suage on her. I wiped the spit off on her shirt.

"Just because youre a complete fuck doesn't mean you have to make everyone else feel like shit." I said quietly and then turned to start walking away but I paused.
"Oh, and one more thing... Tré would you like to come over and say good bye to Brittany?"

She have me a shocked look as he sideled over pushing down his hood and stepping into the light of a street lamp so she could see him clearly.

"Next time you trash talk someone you might want to make sure its not one of the people sitting right infront of you."

He turned with out another word and walked away with Charlie and I.