A week after the shooting
Blaire woke up with a gasp. She was facing a ceiling that wasn’t the hospital. She struggled to sit up and felt like there was a brick sitting underneath her ribs. It was a bit hard to breathe. She managed to sit on the side of the bed. Her fingers trailed down her long shirt and she slightly lifted it up. She felt the stitches across her side where she got shot. Then she remembered that she got discharged from the hospital and was supposed to finish healing in the Lockhart mansion now. At this realization, Blaire started crying again. Flashbacks of the shooting filled her mind. The last person she talked to was her cousin Elena, who she accused of sleeping with Booker. Blaire regretted all of it. Why did that have to be her last conversation?
As she looked around the room, she realized how alone she was. Then a nurse opened the door and wheeled in a plate that had a sandwich and juice on the side.
“Oh! You’re awake my darling! Here eat. It’s supposed to get your strength back up.” The nurse’s smile was warm, making the mole on her upper lip crinkle. Blaire nodded and the nurse left the room.
Blaire looked down at her clothes. She was wearing a white shirt and pants. It still felt like she was at the hospital wearing this. She got up and walked to the closet and decided to change into a long, dark pink dress. It was plain but she didn’t care about that right now. Blaire wondered if her parents called Booker yet but then she remembered that they weren’t even together anymore. Flashbacks of the night he blocked her because of a misunderstanding filled her mind. She walked to the the mirror and looked at herself. A single tear fell down her cheek.
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