THIRTY-FIVE

Just cut off my leg. Please.

"I need to pee."

"And I told you when we're at the hospital-"

"And you were the one that knocked me out. So."

He glared at me and then shifted in the seat. "Hold it."

"I've been holding it. And I can't anymore."

"Then pee. Go for it. Have Ricardo clean it up."

"Vincenzo please." I was tapping my finger and I was squirming around the chair, but not a lot because I didn't want my leg to throb.

He sighed and closed his eyes. He slumped against the chair and spread his legs out in front of him and pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand. "Why couldn't you sleep longer."

"I would've woken up either way because I would still need to pee."

"Oh my fûckin god! Fine!" He gets up and slams his hat down on the chair and walks towards me with a pissed off face. "Give me your hand." He said as he stuck out his hand waiting for me to grab it.

"How are you going to do this?" I said as I stared at his hand and then up to his eyes.

"If you really need to pee, you wouldn't be asking these damn questions." He was about to pull back his hand but I grabbed it quickly and kinda pulled him towards me.

"Just hurry up. Please." He rolled his eyes again but he leaned down and started to pick me up. He pulled me up and I was standing on my good leg, while I had my other out slightly. I grabbed his shoulder tight and I kept pulling myself closer to himself. "Mai, stop pulling me down. If you do, I'm going to fall on you and you're going to scream from the pain of your leg. Just relax. I have you." He whispered in my ear.

I bit my lip and nodded. He sighed and then started to help me again. He pulled me up and I started to hop but he lifted me off the ground and spun me around and started to carry me. He was holding me close to his chest and I don't even know how he's carrying me but I don't feel any pain. So that's a good thing right?

I felt one of his hands move away as we walked towards this door and I saw his hand in front of me and he pushed it open. The bathroom was there and he walked in. It was small and compacted and we barely fitted in. He turns me around somehow and gently sets me down on the seat. "Okay. Go." He takes a step but his back hits the door since it was still open.

"I need help taking my pants down." I said sheepishly.

He groans and he steps back towards me and bends down. His hands goes to my waist and I have to push myself up as he slides my pants down. "I think I got it from here."

He takes a step back when he pulled my pants down and hits his back again. "Damn door. Alright. Just tell me when you're done so I can get you out." He turns around and closes the door after him.

Kill me.

*******

When the plane was shaking all I can do was have my eyes tight and held onto the arm rest hard. I clamped my mouth and teeth shut and held my breath.

"You're fine."

"Fûck you Ricardo." I hissed while I still had my eyes closed tight. I heard him laugh and gasp in a breath.

"Were almost landing Ever. Hang on." Edward said. I shook my head while my leg was throbbing in pain.

"Breathe Mai."

I shook my head and I kept holding my breath. Oh please make this stop. Please.

I was holding my breath for two things.

One, the pain. The pain is killing me.

Two, I rather pass out than feel this pain. So, guess who's passing out.

When my I felt like gasping for air and my lungs burned, I still held my breath. I felt myself getting light headed but it didn't stop me from holding my breath.

Night night Ever.

******

"Can't we just like give her drugs? Get her drunk? High even?"

"Ricardo for the last time! No!"

"Edward, like come on. It will help her, maybe not getting her drunk, but like giving her drugs. Like come on. She would be on a cloud and she won't feel pain. You think it's a stupid idea, but it will help her. Getting high is the best feeling ever, why do you think so many people do it?! It's to let loose."

"Ricardo, tell that to Vincenzo then. Get your ass busted again with bullets."

"Fine. I will. And maybe he's going to like the idea and say yes. And if I get shot, oh well. He's stupid because it's actually going to help her. It will get her off pain."

"Do you know there's medicine for pain-"

"Fûck that shît! That's shît doesn't work for shît. Getting her high will set her in a good mood. And she'll be pain free, and she's be hungry and I can't wait to see her in that state. She's going to be so fûcked up." He laughed.

"I feel like you just want to see her high-"

"No, but that's another bonus when getting her high."

"Well tell Vincenzo, not me." And this is where I started to open my eyes. I blink a couple of times trying to get used to the lighting and I look in front and see that I'm moving and I look down and see that I'm on the wheelchair.

We're outside. I don't know where though, but I look around and that's when I see Ricardo on my left but he's looking forward with a blank face on. So Edward is wheeling me.

"Just cut off my leg. " I said as I looked back towards Ricardo. He looks down to me and smirks.

"You don't want to get high?"

"Never been high."

His eyebrows shot up and his lips curled to the biggest smile. He slaps Edward on the chest and he's practically jumping around. "We need to get you high. I promise you'll love it. You're going to love the feeling and how ughh you're just going to love it Ever. Trust me."

I gave a soft laugh, "I just want to be out of pain."

"Ohhh, you will. I promise you that."

"Okay then. Get me high."