How long had he been out? As he started coming around again, all he was really aware of was the incredible pain coursing through the body. He didn't know where he hurt the most. Bella had been right- this had been a bad idea. Bella. He needed to call her.
"Can you hear me, love?" Somebody asked from across the car. He nodded a little, groaning a little. "You're going to be fine, sweetheart, the ambulance is on its way," they said. God, just even breathing hurt. Every time he inhaled or exhaled, it felt like somebody was stabbing him in the lung. He started coughing, and for a moment was afraid that he wouldn't stop. But eventually he caught his breath.
"My phone," he managed to force out. "Your phone? It's here, love," the woman said. He was aware enough to know now that it was a woman, and she was surprisingly calm considering how busted up he probably looked. "Call Bella, let me talk to her," he forced out again, but then had to cough. The woman hesitated. "Bella, you said?" She asked once he'd stopped coughing. "Yeah," he replied, and a few seconds later, the phone was put to his ear. It was still working, then.
"Bella? Bella, I fucked up," he said, inhaling a little too deeply and wincing. "You were right, this was a bad idea, I'm sorry," he managed to say, before he had to give in to a coughing fit. He just hoped that she wouldn't hate him, that she would understand somewhat.
Not only was Sky pretty, she also happened to be nice as fuck as well. She didn't seem to pity Ellie- or if she did, she had the decency to not show it. Ellie listened to her advice, wiping her eyes every so often. "Sky, how the fuck are you so bloody perfect? Like you're pretty, you're nice, you're successful... Do you snore? Or pick your nose? Because I can't find a single fault with you, and it's really fucking annoying," Ellie said, laughing a little.
"I think you're right. Me being mad at Nate hasn't done anybody any good, and I fucking hate myself for ruining this evening. Never let yourself become destructive, Sky, it will ruin your life. You'll want to destroy everything good because you feel like it'll all just go wrong anyway," she said. "But please, don't leave me alone with Nate, because I'll end up crying again or slapping him or do something stupid." She got to her feet, wiping her trousers to dislodge any dirt.
"C'mon, then, let's go squash my pride."
"Bella, if this is anyone's fault, it's Ellie's. You were completely in the right. That's something that should stay between you and Jamie. From what I've heard, it's been a dramatic few weeks," he said, laughing a little.
"And Nate, I think this is a discussion that just you and Ellie need to have. She doesn't have any grudge against me, and I think she'll only close up if she feels like she's outnumbered. And besides, if you two used to be best friends, then I don't think you'll need me as backup. But I'll still be nearby if you need me," he said, grinning a little and nudging Nate. "Now, go seek her out and talk to her. As far as I know, she's only armed with her fists, so you should be safe enough."
He patted his pockets as a phone started ringing, frowning. "Is that either of you?" He asked as he found his phone.