"No! I swear! He wouldn't lay a finger on me!" She thought hard for something that was partially true. "He's my boyfriend. My father did this." She mumbled almost silently.
I nodded. "Okay. Be careful, okay? You should be better in a day or two. Get plenty of rest. And make sure that boyfriend of yours keeps you away from you your dad until you heal."
"Positive," Liz smiled softly, pushing a twenty into Johnathan's pocket. "That's for the meds." She smiled, patting his pocket. "I don't want it back to keep it," she sat down in the car and took in a sharp, painful breath.
I looked at her worridly. I drove home fast. I jumped out and opened Liz's door. "Come on. do you want me to carry you?" I asked. I was frantic. I was so afraid that she would not be okay. what if she would hurt for a lon time? I was sooo worried!
Liz sighed and sat down on the couch. "Nothing, I'm fine." She smiled lightly and flipped the television on. "I don't even need to rest. Stupid doctor telling me what to do," she complained.