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Conner

He stared after her, unable to comprehend what had happened, afraid that he had lost her forever.

All because of a stupid fucking beer and a whore.

He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know where to go. Finally he turned around and went back into the bar, up the stairs, and into the room where Lainee was dressing.

She glanced up at the sound of the door slamming behind him, and a small smile spread across her face. "Are you back for me?" she asked slyly, but he crossed the room, put his face right next to hers, and said,

"Because of you, you fucking slut, I've lost the girl I love."

She stared at him. "You know," she said finally, "I don't think that Nad was right about you."

He racked his mind for something to say, but nothing was there. He just stared at her, speechless, as she pulled on her shoes and stood and walked out.

He sat on the bed. Lainee was right. What had gotten into him? It was his fault, his alone, that he had lost Lish. His own fault. He hated those words, but he knew they were true. Those words that had sprung from Lish's own mouth still rung in his ears. You're hurting me. He knew that this was true in more way than one.

He shook his head, tears springing to his eyes and dropping to the floor. He pictured Lish, driving recklessly, crying too, and suddenly wanted more than anything to hold her in his arms and let their tears fall together. But he had ruined any chances he had of that.

He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and pulled it out. His mother. Sighing, he answered it. "What?"

"Conner?" She sounded frenzied. "I just got a call from the hospital. Lish has been hurt."

"What?"

"She was in a car accident. Apparently she's hurt badly."

"I'm on my way over," he said, running downstairs and into his car. This was all his fault. If he hadn't been such an asshole, Lish wouldn't have been driving so fast, so crazily. And she would be fine right now.

If she died, he thought, it was all on him.

Lish

She kept coming in and out of consciousness.

She felt awful. She didn't remember anything between that bright light and waking up in a hard white bed. She put her hand to her head, then stared down at it. It was smeared with blood.

The door opened and a doctor came in. He pulled up a chair next to her bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," she murmured, her vision blurring as her eyes began to flutter shut.

"Are you feeling up to visitors?" he asked. "They'll only be allowed to stay for a few minutes, because obviously you need your rest. But if you like, I'll let them have five minutes with you."

She didn't care. "Sure." She felt awful; she wanted to die. She hated this throbbing pain in her head.

And it only worsened when the door reopened and Conner came rushing in.

"Lish!" he breathed. "Oh, Lish, God, I'm so sorry, I love you, I'm right here, stay with me, okay? God, I'm so sorry--"

"Shut up," she snarled at him, and he just looked at her, eyes wide and shining with tears.

"I'm sorry," he whispered again.

"I don't care," she told him softly. "I really don't. Please go, okay? I don't want to see you. I just want to sleep." She closed her eyes, but then she felt his hand wrap around hers. She yanked it away, then cried out as pain jolted through her arm.

He backed away from her, horrified. "I'm sorry," he repeated. "I just keep hurting you, don't I?"

"Get away from me," she whispered, and fear showed in his eyes.

He backed further away. "God, Lish, I'm sorry--"

"Go away," she whispered. "Go away."

She barely noticed his choked sob before she closed her eyes and was out again.