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Suddenly Professor Hunter stepped to the side. Tyler's fist landed on my stomach. I tried to breathe but couldn't. I stepped backwards and slipped on some of the spilled alcohol. I put my hands out to catch myself but my reaction was too slow. My head slammed against the concrete floor.
Addiction - Chapter 6
Saturday
"Penny," a familiar voice said. "Penny? God, Penny open your eyes."
I gasped and sat up. The room was so bright. It felt like I was dreaming. I blinked hard as the room came into focus. My head was pounding. I reached up and felt something damp. When I brought my hand down my fingers were covered in blood.
"Penny?"
My eyes focused on Professor Hunter's face. "I thought you weren't talking to me?" I mumbled. I reached up and touched my forehead. "What happened?"
"You fell. Don't you remember?"
"What?" I looked down at Professor Hunter's hand. He was holding a cloth that was covered in blood.Is all that blood from my head?
"Penny, what is the last thing you remember?" He was standing next to me by the bed I was on. He looked concerned.
"I don't know." I felt like I wanted to cry. "You weren't talking to me." I looked around at Professor Hunter's bedroom. "Why am I here? How did I get here?" It had been so long since I had been here. The last time I was in his apartment he had told me to leave.
"I carried you." Professor Hunter looked concerned. "Penny, tell me the last thing you remember."
"I don't know." I started to cry. I felt confused. "I don't know why I'm here. I can't remember. Am I okay?"What is happening to me?
"You're going to be fine. The doctor is on the way." He said it calmly, but he didn't look calm. He lightly pressed the cloth in his hand against my forehead.
I put my hand over my mouth. I was going to throw up. I tried to climb out of bed, but the sudden movement made me dizzy. I started to fall, but Professor Hunter caught me. He kept his arms around me as he set me back down on the bed.
"Penny, stay still. The doctor will be here any second. You're going to be fine," he repeated. He sat down on the bed next to me and rubbed my back.
I immediately threw up down the front of him. He patted my back as I finished vomiting all over his shirt. The taste was horrible. The sight was even worse. "I'm so sorry," I groaned.
"It's okay." He rubbed my back. "It's okay. Stay right there. I'll be right back." Professor Hunter quickly stood up and walked out of the room. When he came back a minute later, he was no longer wearing a shirt and was carrying a bottle of ginger ale. He handed me the bottle.
"Drink this," he instructed. He sat down next to me.
"I'm so sorry," I repeated.
"Please stop apologizing. All of this is my fault." He suddenly looked angry. "Where the hell is he? He should have been here by now."
I reached up and grabbed Professor Hunter's chin. I turned his face to me. "You're hurt."
"I'm fine, baby. I'm fine." He took my hand and kissed my palm. He stroked his thumb against my palm as he brought it to his lap.
"No." His lip was cut and there was a bruise forming around his eye. Tears started to stream down my cheeks again. He was hurt, yet here he was taking care of me.
"You should see the other guy." Professor Hunter gave me a weak smile.
"Was this my fault?"
Professor Hunter continued to rub his thumb against my palm. "No. It's mine."
A buzz sounded through the apartment. "Finally." Professor Hunter stood up. "Don't move." He disappeared from the room.
I heard the elevator doors ding open and then hushed voices. I tried to concentrate on their words.
"She just threw up," Professor Hunter said.
