Still Jaded (Jaded #2)(76)

"Hey." I reached for his hand. "Hey."

He frowned and then closed his eyes.

Bryce jumped off the windowsill and jerked forward, but froze. Frowning, he slid his hands in his pockets and turned away.

"Sheldon?" Corrigan asked.

His voice was raspy, and I winced. I couldn't imagine his pain right now. "How are you feeling?"

He gave me a thin smile before grimacing in pain.

Bryce turned back and rounded to stand on the other side of the bed. "Hey…"

Corrigan's eyes opened a little wider and looked from Bryce to me. In that moment, I wondered if he contemplated closing his eyes and going back to sleep. I would've done it. He didn't. Instead, he swallowed painfully. "Sheldon."

"Yes?" I leaned close. "What do you need?"

He patted my hand. "Go and get yourself some coffee."

"What?"

"Go. Get coffee. Don't come back for awhile."

"You want me to leave? Are you serious?"

Bryce cleared his throat, looking away.

"What? You want me to leave because of…" I gestured to the three of us and then stopped talking. I didn't know what to say.

Corrigan closed his eyes and cringed again.

Bryce broke out, "Of course he wants you to leave because of this. You think this is fun, Sheldon? You think I enjoy seeing you two—you think—"

"You started this! You left!" I shot to my feet and cried out.

Bryce squared off with me. "I did not. I did not ask to see my two best friends have…" He choked off and then turned towards the windows. His shoulders were tense and shaking.

I closed my mouth as I watched him. I had no idea how to sort out my feelings, much less figure out what he was thinking. He was right about one thing, though. The trio wasn't the same. I looked at Corrigan and saw him watching me. His eyes seemed concerned, but there was something else there. I couldn't figure it out. I didn't want to so I murmured, "I'm going to go get coffee. I'll be back."

When I got into the hallway, I didn't go any further. I rested my back against the wall and stayed put. It was going to break my heart, but I knew I needed to hear whatever they were going to say. Then I heard Corrigan ask, his voice still strained, "I want to deal with this. I don't want it hanging out over my head. She admitted her feelings—she knows. It's what you wanted, right?"

Bryce laughed, and it sounded horrible to my ears. Ugly. "Yeah, right. You think I enjoy this? Are you crazy? You know this is killing me and you love it."

"Yeah." Corrigan groaned. "I enjoy being in the hospital too. Being in car accidents. Being in surgery. It's all part of the plan."

"Oh hell. I'm sorry. You okay? We don't have to talk about this now. You can, you know, heal."

"I'm in fucking pain, but I'll deal. I don't want to put this off."

"I'm sorry. Hell." I heard Bryce slump into a chair. "I'm sorry. We need to figure out who's after her."

Hearing movement in the bed, I strained my ears, but Corrigan didn't say anything for a little while. When he did, he sounded out of breath. "Yeah—you get to it, buddy."

"Like hell," Bryce barked back with a laugh in his voice.

Corrigan laughed too, before he started coughing. When the coughing continued, I balled my hands into fists and tried to keep myself in place. It'd all be for nothing if I didn't.

After a few moments more of coughing, Bryce spoke up, "In every other way, you and I should be at each other's throats. But with this, with her, she has to know what she feels. She has to figure it out and then—"

"And then we're all fucked." Corrigan's voice sounded a little stronger, clearer.

"…yeah…"

"You wanted this. You said everything would be better. We'd know. She'd know. You didn't think it all through, did you? You're an asshole, Bryce. You were thinking about yourself, and you didn't think about the consequence where you don't get the girl and I do. Then what? Then you and I are fucked? What if she goes back to you? What do I do? I can't be the sidekick anymore. Or did you do this for that reason? You want me gone? You're a dick. You want us to go at it?"

"I didn't want any of this, but I couldn't handle seeing you two anymore. You don't know what it's like."

"Yes. I do." Corrigan's voice sounded rough.

I closed my eyes. He'd always been there. He'd always been on the sidelines, watching…God. My mouth went dry at the thought—he'd always been there. I felt ashamed. I should've known, I should've…

"Sheldon?"

Carolina stood in front of me. She looked like she wasn't sure what to say next so she pressed her lips together.

The anger kicked in, a small ball.

They had talked about me. They had planned about me. They made decisions for me that I should've made. The ball was now a flame.

They'd gone behind my back.

The flame burst into a fire.

They set me up.

I smiled, but I knew the sight was painful. "Have you ever been betrayed?"

Her eyes narrowed, and she frowned but looked thoughtful. "Yes. Who betrayed you?"