“Okay, let’s go over this again…”

A loud groan resonated from the other side of the bedroom and a wad of socks flew over to the bed where Roanna had been laying down, hitting her softly on the chest.

“We’ve been at this all week! You’ve already talked to Caitlin, Justine, Haley, Shaymaa, Brandee and Jordan, none of them saw a thing. Hell Haley didn’t even go to the dance so strike me why you even talked to her about it.” Stephanie replied and continued to fold and put away her laundry.

“I know, but doesn’t it seem weird to you that no one saw anything? And yet the paper clearly states that there was more help involved than just me? I mean…someone had to have finished it, I was passed out in the locker room after I got shot, and I know for a fact that there were more masked guys in there.” Roanna said. Her back was leaned up against the head board, her wounded leg stretched out on the bed with her sweat pants rolled up to her knee for a chance for the burnt skin to heal. There had been little improvement on the wound over the last few days, the dead skin had flaked off and the somewhat alive skin had managed to scab over. Walking was pointless without any help from a cane or a brace that Stephanie happened to have in their garage. She should have felt lucky, had this been one year ago that bullet would have gone straight through some bone. Thankfully a summer of running had put some muscle on her scrawny legs creating the area that the bullet had gone through cleanly. She should have felt lucky; but she didn't.

In response, the blonde just shook her head and decided not to answer her friend and instead changed the subject.

“When was the last time you put some ointment on that thing?”

Roanna couldn’t help but to roll her eyes, leave it to Stephanie to completely avoid a subject and turn it to one that couldn’t be ignored. Fine, two could play at that game.

“Which brings me to another point. There was a sniper out there, a fucking sniper Steph! They killed most of the other guys with just a single bullet, so why did I not get pumped full of lead in the head? Why was I so lucky? I looked just like the rest, so either the sniper got distracted and missed my head, or they know more about what I was doing there and just shot my leg to piss me off…”

“Well it worked.” Stephanie grumbled. Abandoning her clean laundry now piled on the floor, she walked to Roanna and sat down on the edge of the bed next to her exposed leg. Bending forward, she grabbed the ointment from the nightstand and undid the lid.

“No. Hell no! You put that back!” Roanna snapped, trying to reach forward and snap the bottle out of Stephanie’s hand. Stephanie was quick though, and pulled it out of Roanna’s reach.

“Look I know it hurts. Remember when we were out camping that one time when we were just kids and I fell into the fire pit?”

“The fire had been out for hours…”

“But the coals were still hot. Now hold still.”

Stephanie scooped out a generous amount of the ointment onto her fingers and gently massaged it into Roanna’s wound. A sharp hiss exhaled out of Roanna as she felt the skin immediately ignite in pain. Well…good to know she still hadn’t killed her pain receptors; though right now she wish she had.

“Okay okay that’s enough.” Roanna grumbled, trying to squirm away.

“You know what? I think my dad might have some Vicodin from when he fell off of his horse. You’re still not able to sleep right? I know you didn’t last night.”

Roanna turned her head away, not wanting to answer. She had been staying at Stephanie’s ever since the incident. A phone call was made to her mother that only reached her voice mail, but the message was put across that she would be spending time at Stephanie’s during the break. She never got called back, and Roanna didn’t care.

“You need sleep. You’re getting pissy and you keep driving me crazy with these conversations I swear that we’ve had fifty times already. So stay put, and I’ll be right back.” Stephanie got herself off of the bed and ran upstairs to her father’s bathroom, leaving Roanna alone on the bed. Stephanie was right, there was no point to hammering her friends for the questions she wanted answers to; but who else could she talk to? Pulling her phone from her pocket, she scrolled through her contacts, thinking to herself who was there that night that she hadn’t talked to. Coming to the T’s, the answer seemed to slap her in the face and sent a quick text.

[i]Hey I remember seeing you getting stitched up the other night at the school. I hope everything is okay and that you’re feeling better. Also, I was wondering when a good time would be to get together to work on our Chemistry Lab report. Just let me know okay?[/i]

She doubted Thomas would even reply, the only reason she had his number to begin with was because they were assigned as lab partners at the beginning of the year and so they had to exchange numbers in case they had to work on something outside of school. Still, she had to be really careful with how she talked to him about what happened at the school. Expressing any more interest than was necessary might lead him to suspect something, and God knew she didn’t want that. She was awkward enough with the opposite sex as it was.

“Catch.”

Roanna had just stuffed her phone back into her pocket when Stephanie returned down into her bedroom, tossing her a bottle of pills that had the label removed from it.
“I don’t know what the dosage is, so I’d take three.”

Eying her friend with a look that said ‘I hate you’ all over it, Roanna unscrewed the cap and dumped out the pills into her hand, putting all but four back into the bottle. Screwing the cap back on, she popped the pills down, reaching across to the nightstand for her bottle of water and washed it down.

“Alright Doctor Foltz, I have been prescribed. Now get off my back.” Roanna grumbled, getting a smile out of Stephanie.

“You couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried.”