Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 180

Bailey could be called a real whizz at domestic chores. He used to whip up meals for me quite often.

It had been a while since I last tasted his cooking I guess trying it again wouldn’t hurt.

“All right, my folks will be back soon. Why don’t you start cooking so we can all eat together?” I set down my cello, stretching my stiff shoulders and

orms.

Bailey nodded and headed downstairs to cook while I went and had a relaxing bath, looking forward to a good night’s sleep after dinner.

By the time my parents returned, Bailey had prepared a few homely dishes that smelled delicious. My mom invited him to join us, but he declined.

“You should head home and get some rest then.” I said.

“Okay” Bailey looked at me, seeming like be wanted to say something, but ended up just sighing helplessly before leaving

I’ve been feeling pretty laid back recently, lazing around doing nothing much. After dinner, I went upstairs to bed, picked up a book, and began to read.

It wasn’t until Alicia appeared at my bedroom door that I thought I was hallucinating.

Alicia came in, shutting the door behind her and locking it.

“Ali, what brings you here?” I tossed the book aside, asking in surprise.

“Neil’s been injured. Stella called your driver to let you know. Didn’t you get the message?” Alicia sat down by my bed, “She and Mitch are at the hospital now, too scared to inform Neil’s parents, and they can’t let the media find out”

I was taken aback, “Neil is hurt? Is it serious?”

“It’s pretty bad. That’s why I came to tell you,” Alicia sighed heavily, “He’s got a head injury and needs hospitalization.”

I was shocked. How did Neil end up getting hit on the head?

telling me wasn’t going to help. I was no

he should rest and stop drinking

with the doctors. Otherwise, Stella wouldn’t have asked me to find you. We all

stubborn; he was

to the hospital. If Neil had insisted on tormenting himself like this, it was not going to be the last time,

rang It was Mitch. He spoke a few words and then asked

you do me a favor? Right now, it seems like you’re the only one who can get through to him. He refuses treatment and won’t take his medicine or get his shots.” Mitch

“It’s his own damn fault.”

hurriedly added, “Rena, please do this for me. Neil and I have been good friends for many years. Seeing him hurt like this really breaks

Mitch’s pitiful tone and remembering how I stood

can’t guarantee if my words will have any effect.” I rubbed my temples, feeling a bit

discuss further when you get

change my clothes, then asked, ‘Are you still planning on going? Why can’t you just

stood him up a few days ago. This is one of the indirect reasons he’s been drinking heavily. Plus, Mitch seemed like he was about to burst into tears. I guess I’ll

looking concerned about my

I came downstairs, we found Sean there too, chatting over

be getting along

out for a late–night snack; he promised he’d make sure Rena gets home

there would be Stella, possibly Mitch too, and wouldn’t Neil be there

in at this point, “Don’t worry, there’s another friend of mine going with us too, the four of us together. It’s completely safe”

us, my parents

“Okay” I agreed.

we got in the car, we

few blood stains on the white hospital bed. The smell of alcohol mixed with the scent

back of his head; he was lying on his side with

you’re here!” Mitch’s eyes

a bit when

I asked, “How old are you? Still getting drunk

were tightly shut, dried blood still