Page 36 of Insta [FAM]
Asher follows me inside, and I don't stop him. I just want to know that Lola will be okay.
“I need a vet!” I scream at the receptionist, and shove through the staff-only door, I know where I’m going.
“You can’t—” She tries stopping me, but I’m already through the door with the biker in-tow.
“I need a fucking vet!” I scream in the middle of the gross white hospital room I was in the last time Lola had us here. The time Mika and I —
“You can’t be in here,” Elliot says, coming through the swing doors. “Dion?” Oh, he knows who I am, I’m sure they all do. Then I remember I met him on the worst Sunday I’ve ever had — the day of the shelter fire.
“This cuntnugget —” I start.
“Asher,” he corrects me.
“He doesn’t care what your name is! He ran over Lola with his motorcycle, she’s hurt. She collapsed on the lawn.” I’m yelling, and now crying too, because bottled up emotions have a way of surfacing when you don’t want them to. Elliot takes Lola from me just as Mika comes barreling through the door. He stops dead, looks from me to Asher, and ignores us both, going straight to the rabbit. I don’t know why, but I want him to comfort me and leave Elliot to save her.
“Dion, go wait out front. Lola is hurt pretty bad,” Mika says, and I just burst into sobs. God knows why, but Asher puts his arm around me and ushers me out to the waiting room. I see the flash of jealousy in Mika’s eyes as the door swings shut. I think I might have completely fucked things up and that makes me cry even more. I sit down and cry on the shoulder of the man who probably just killed my bunny, and I cry because if he has killed Lola then Mika and I have nothing connecting us.
Fuck these fucking feelings.
There are people and pets in and out, and I just cry. I sit there next to Asher and sob. As the time passes, the clinic gets quieter, and eventually, when we are the only ones left and it’s getting dark outside, the receptionist goes into the back.
“Dr Elliot says they’re still going to be a while, but you can wait,” she says to us as she packs up her desk for the day. It’s almost eight p.m. That poor little fluff-demon. “Lola needed surgery to pin some broken bones, and bunnies are not great with anesthesia, so just be patient. I’m sure she will be okay.” The kind lady comforts me on her way out the front door, leaving me and Asher sitting there in awkward silence.
“I’m really sorry,” he says, and I believe him. He looks almost as upset as I feel. Only I’m upset about more than just Lola. Seeing Mika has churned my insides upside down. I rest my head on the back of the chair and close my eyes. I’m exhausted.
