The BodyGuard | Closed
( packlesswarrior)
Three years, she’d been touring all over the world off and on for three years…almost four. With the same group of people and the same body guard, who she’d fallen for the first time he’d stood up to her…everyone else took her sass and sarcasm, not him. If she was being stupid he called her out on her shit and made her deal. It was the same when she was feeling tense and knew she should take a couple days off to herself even going so far as making her do so…so she understood that it pissed him off when she just disappeared.
Add in the fact that she was currently sitting on a gurney in the hospital meant he was probably going to lose his cool…which he didn’t often do. Licking her lips she tasted the metallically flavor blood always had. As she waited for Hunter to show up, since the doctor wouldn’t release her until someone else came to get her. A mild concussion, split lip and a gash on her temple. All in the name of fun…how was she supposed to know that one of the guys in the other band that opened for her would be a crazy drunk who didn’t like the word no?
The curtain pulled back and she looked up hopefully, but it was only the nurse. “Ms. Stilinski, are you sure you don’t want anything?” “Nothing other than to leave, I feel okay. There’s no need to keep me here.” She murmured, trying again. “Sorry dear, but with a concussion we need to know someone will be watching after you.” Watching her, more like yelling at her. “Yeah yeah. He’ll be here soon I’m sure.” The nurse smiled a little to brightly before leaving again; leaving her alone again.
