Fitz couldn’t deny that he was in a blind panic when he pulled his clothes on, his hands shaking so badly that Marcie had to button up his jeans and his shirt for him, and then she offered to drive him to the hospital, and all the blonde boy could do was nod. He couldn’t form coherent thoughts, let alone words. Less than ten minutes prior, he and Marcie had been lying on her bed, completely naked, loathing the awkwardness that came after having sex sober, though everything had changed when he’d gotten a call from the hospital, his--his Mick was unconscious and she’d been taken to the hospital in an ambulance. She needed him, and he was screwing her best friend. Again. This time it was worse, though, because it was entirely consensual. They were sober, they knew what they were doing, and now Marcie was driving him to the hospital. This couldn’t possibly get any more awkward.
Marcie had offered to take him to the hospital because she felt guilty, she felt this bottomless pit of guilt resting where her heart had been only the day before. She felt guilty for fucking Fitz the first time and ruining her relationship with Dylan, and her friendship with Mick. She felt guilty for breaking up Fitz and Mick. She felt guilty because it was probably a good deal her fault that Mick was in the hospital now. She especially felt guilty, though, because Fitz looked absolutely wrecked, and she knew that it was being they’d been having--admittedly really great--sex while his girlfriend--well, ex girlfriend--was drinking herself into unconsciousness. Now, of course, they were in the emergency waiting room, and all she could think about was the fact that she’d missed a button when she was buttoning up his shirt, so she reached for it, fixing it without anything more than a reassuring smile sent up to him. “Go ask at the desk, Fitz. If she’d unconscious she can’t yell at you.” She pointed out to him, and off he went, and her bright blue eyes darted from face to face, to see if Emilia was there too, Fitz had said that Tiny was staying with Emi, but instead of the familiar face of the female, her eyes found the angry eyes of her boyfriend--well, ex boyfriend.
