Chapter 16

            I was laying in the hospital bed, flipping through the TV channels. Nothing good was on, so I just put it on the news. This was so boring. Not to mention, I was tired and my wrist was killing me. I'm scared to take this bandage off. I don't wanna pass out from the sight of it. Plus, I am not sure how big and deep the cut is. I just left it alone.

            It was about forty-five minutes later, around three thirty, when I got a visitor. “Hey shorty.” I heard a voice say. When I looked up, I saw Andy walk into the room. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt with black skinny jeans. He was carrying a bouquet of red roses. “Hey there.” I said as Andy sat down by me.

            “I brought you some roses.” Andy said as he handed me the bouquet. “You didn't have to.” I said as I held them. “How did you find out I was here?” I asked him. “Lily called and told me. She told me what all happened last night. Well, this morning actually.” “Oh.” I said as I looked around. Awkward.

            “Since when do you have a temper?” Andy asked as he laughed. “I don't have a temper!” I said pushing him in a joking way. “You threw your phone at your sister.” Andy said laughing. “You could have taken her head off in one throw!” I just laughed at him. “Shh, no one needs to know that.” I said as I put my finger over my mouth, laughing.

Andy laughed for a little bit, but then he noticed my wrist. He grabbed my arm and pulled it close to him. He looked up at me after he looked at my wrist. The expression on his face was tense. Through his face, he was saying “You better not have done this to yourself”. “Ashtyn,” Andy began to say.

            “No Andy. I did not cut my self.” I said as he looked at while he was still holding my wrist. “Then what happened?” “Lily didn't tell you?” “Tell me what, Ash?” “Never mind then.” I said as I tried to pull my arm out of his hand. He pulled my arm back. “What did Lily not tell me, Ashtyn?” this time he pulled me closer to him. I was about five inches from his face.

        “That Hector slapped me because I talked back to him.” I said looking away from Andy. “So you cut your self because he hit you? Wait, he hit you!” “I did not cut my self.” I said looking back at Andy. “What else happened?” “Well, then Hector started to talk crap about my dad. I got mad so I went into punch him. He grabbed my arm and twisted it. Then he pushed me into a mirror.” I said as I looked down.

            Andy was quite. I looked up at him. He was looking at the ground. He looked up at me with furry in his eyes. “Where is he?” he asked. I just shook my head. “I don't know.” “He isn't going to get away with this.” Andy said before he jumped up off the bed. I hurried and grabbed him by the arm as tight as I could. “Ashtyn, let go.” Andy sad in a deep tone. “What are you going to do, Andrew.” I said in a stern voice. “Something!” he said as he tried to get his arm free.

            I tightened my grip on him. “Just let it go, Andy. He isn't worth it.” I said pulling him back towards the front of the bed by me. “Ashtyn, you are just going to sit there and not tell the police or someone? This is considered child abuse!” Andy said as he looked at me. “Andrew, I said let it go.” I said as I made him sit back down by me. “Fine.”

            “At least let me see.” he said as he turned my arm over, wrist side up. He slowly started to unwrap the bandage. “Andy stop!” I said as I tried to push his hand away. “You aren't suppose to unwrap it.” “So?” Andy said as he pushed my hand away and continued to unwrap it. That boy was a stubborn one.

            After he took off the bandage, his eyes got huge. “Ashtyn!” I looked down at my wrist. The cut wasn't that bad. “Andy, it is only two inches across. It isn't that bad!” Andy ran his finger over the cut. I slapped his hand. “Oww!” he said looking at me. “Don't touch it and I wont slap you!” I said “I am going to live.” “And if it was worse?” Andy said as he held my arm in his lap. “Well, it isn't.” I said looking at him. “There is nothing to worry about. I'm going to be okay.” he just gave me a look like “Yeah, right.” He worries too much.