Fight 3 by M Dauphin Page A

try to move my arm but it’s being held down my something. Oh God, the pain.
    What the hell?
    Prying my eyes open, the bright lights kill my retinas and I close them and sigh.
    “Fuck,” I manage a whisper. I really must have drank way too fucking much last night.
    Never again.
    “Eddie?” a voice asks.
    The hell?
    “Mmm?” God dammit my throat is so dry.
    “MY GOD!!! EDDIE!!” The bed bounces, sending my body into a fit of fucking pain
    Throwing my eyes open, I glare at the outline of the culprit. What the fuck?
    “God DAMMIT! Get the fuck out! What the hell?!” I yell, cursing the pain running through my goddamned body. Closing my eyes, I lay my head back on the pillow and pray for the throbbing to go away. “On your way out, you should bring me some aspirin. Fuck,” I grumble.
    “What?” She sounds like I offended her. Well good, she fucking offends me just being here this morning.
    I don’t do this shit. I don’t do sleep overs and I’m pretty sure I told her that last night before bringing her back here. At least I think I did. I really can’t remember anything at all from last night.
    Shit, man.  This is the worst it’s ever been.
    “Eddie, it’s me. Gwynn. Red.” Her voice is sweet, but sounds sad, and from what my eyes are letting me focus on, her face is beautiful, but that fucking bump. My sight isn’t the best right now, but that bump is unmistakable.
    Shit, I fucked a pregnant chick?
    I groan and attempt to move my hands to rub the grog off of my face, but I can’t get them up. Matter of fact, I’m having a hard time moving any part of my body.
    “What the hell?” I say, looking down at my body that isn’t cooperating with me.
    I don’t have white sheets.
    And why the hell is this bed so small?
    Taking a breath. I hear beeps, but it doesn’t register what they are. I close my eyes and count to ten, something that I used to have to do every time the pain got too bad. Opening them again after I’ve calmed down, the room is silent again, and I let my eyes focus on the sheets before looking up.
    Slowly, carefully, I look around me and realize this isn’t my room I’m in. It’s not anyone’s bedroom.
    It’s a mother fucking hospital room.
    Finding the woman that jumped out of my bed standing in the corner of the room, I pin her with my gaze and growl at her.
    “What the fuck is going on here?”
    Her eyes are wide and she opens her mouth to talk, but nothing comes out. She just stands there in shock, shaking her head, tears rolling down her face.
    Great, another weak bitch. Way to pick ‘em Eddie.
    Just then the door opens and three doctors, or what I assume are doctors, since I’m in a fucking hospital, come rushing in.
    “Mr. Roe, you woke up,” one of them says curiously, while the other two check papers and machines around me. The machines I’m fucking hooked up to.
    “What the hell is going on?” I demand, glaring at the damn girl in the corner.
    Who is this chick? Why is the fact that I don’t recognize her eating at me?
    “Oh... um, wow. Okay, sir can you tell me your name?” the doctor standing at the foot of my bed asks.
    The other two schmucks that followed him in freeze what they are doing and stare at him, wide-eyed.
    “Eddie fucking Roe. What the FUCK is going on!?” I yell, trying to move my arms again, but nothing I do will make them move. “Shit!”
    “Mr. Roe, tell me what you remember.”
    “What the hell do you mean ‘what I remember’, I fucking passed out and must have fucked a random chick in the hospital.”
    It sounds asinine saying it out loud, but there’s no other fucking option. Why else would she have been in this bed? I sure as hell don’t remember her, but she seems to have some sort of fucking connection to me. Fucking pregnant chicks. So fucking emotional.
    “Ah, ok. Gwynn, can you follow me outside, please?” He smiles genuinely at the girl and she wipes her tears, stands up straight and walks out of the room, eyeballing me the