"What the fuck happened?" Fiona exclaimed as they entered the Gallagher's home. Ian went to lock the door as Lip fell on the ground, coursing as he held his right foot.
"Shit, Lip!" Desna exclaimed, kneeling next to him.
"Oh! It fucking hurts!" He said as she put herself behind his so that he could lean on her. Fiona kneeled next to him.
"Lip, are you alright?" she asked as Lip rested the back of his head on Desna's shoulder, shaking his head.
"No!" He exclaimed, soon Carl and Debbie hearing the noises ran down.
"What happened?" Debbie asked.
"I don't fucking know," Fiona said, gripping Lip's foot, making him cry out in pain.
"Shit, Fiona!"
"Jeez!" She said, raising her hands as Desna folded in her pocket to take her phone.
"I'mma calling V," she decided, and she saw Fiona nod her head.
"Thanks," then she looked over Ian, "Help me bring him up."
Desna got up as Ian helped Lip on his feet. As he saw her going toward the door, he asked, "Where are you going?"
"Ho upstairs," she exclaimed, "I'll be right there." Then she opened the door and dialed V's number. She really hoped that Lip's foot was not broken. He threw himself out of a fucking house.
"Come on, pick it up, pick it up," she muttered as the phone rang, and then she finally heard V's voice.
"Hey, babe, what's up?"
"Could you happen to be free?" Desna asked nervously as she looked up the front of the Gallagher house to stop her gaze where the boy's room was.
"Yeah, I can make it in five? What's wrong?"
"Lip hurt his foot," Desna said, biting her lips. She could not tell how; they didn't talk about how!
"Can you make it here in four?" she asked, hearing a shocked V say yes, but before she could ask anything, Desna cut off the call.
"Thank you," she said. "I love you!"
Then she rushed inside the house to run into the boys' room. Lip was lying on Carl's bed, and Fiona was taking a look at her foot. Behind her, sitting on the desk chair, was Carl. Debbie was sitting on the bunkbed, and Ian was explaining a story while sitting on his own bed.
"Really?" Fiona asked, pissed off, clearly not believing Ian's story, "An old lady from the train?"
Desna gave a look at Ian as he tried to explain. "Yeah, yeah," he said. "The um… the doors were closing on her walker, and Lip barely got his foot in time to stop them from-"
"Ow! Jeasus Fiona!" Lip thankfully shouted, looking at his sister in disbelief. Desna moved to stand next to Carl, observing the older Gallagher as she took another look at her brother's foot.
"I can't remember whether that's good or bad," Fiona said with a frown. Then she took a deep breath before glaring at her brothers. "More likely, you two jumped the turnstiles again, and he twisted it trying to outrun the transit cops," she said, pointing at Lip. That made much more sense.
"And you? Des?" Fiona's question made her eyes widen, and she was unable to form words. She knew they were lying, but what could she say?
"I-"
"We meet her outside," Lip said with a grin as Ian nodded his head.
"It's true. She saw us running and freaked out," Ian explained. She panicked as well."
Fiona nodded, looking in Desna's direction. "At least they didn't drag you into their troubles."
"No, of course not," Lip said with pain in his voice.
"Stop talking," Desna said, moving to kneel next to him just before V opened the door, and as she looked at the scene, she took a defeated breath. "No, no!" She said, "Always elevate extremities! Move before you give him a fucking embolism!' V's words made Lip and Desna exchange a dread look as she made Fiona stand up to take her place. She took a pillow, changing her voice to a sweet tone, "You okay, Lip? Sweetheart?" She asked, putting the pillow under his foot.
"Yeah," he said, clearly feeling pain, "Just don't... don't touch it," he pleaded as V sat to take a look.
"Wiggle your toes," she asked, but as soon as he tried, he groaned, moving his hand to take Desna's, who immediately held it with both hers.
"Des!" V called, "Go home, top of the freezer, two ice packs."
Desna looked at Lip, still holding her hand, "I..." she muttered when Ian stood up.
"I go!" Desna looked at the boy, smiling, which he reciprocated before V started to give him orders about what he had to take.
"Thanks," Lip whispered, making her turn to look at him affectionately.
"Shouldn't we get it X-rayed?" Fiona asked V, who looked at her as if she was crazy.
"Fuck no. He'll be in the E.R. forever, and for what?" Then V tried to imitate a doctor, "'Submetatarsal hematoma' Thanks. Tell us something we didn't know five hours ago. Fuck off."
"That doesn't sound too good," Lip said, making Desna smile at him.
"I'm sure it's nothing serious," she tried to reassure him as V told Ian a few more things to bring her. But suddenly, a knock on the door made the boys panic.
Lip hid himself under the cover while Ian ran back, hiding under the desk, screaming, "You don't know us, Fiona!"
Everyone looked at them with wide eyes, and Desna closed her eyes, shaking her head. At that point, Fiona knew something was going on.
"What. Have. You. Done?! What have you done?!" She exclaimed as she ran down the stairs, followed by Carl.
"Calm the fuck down," Desna said with gritted teeth, "Ian get out from the desk. He will find you anyway."
"Who will find them?" V asked, glaring at Desna, whose eyes went wide.
"Who...ever is looking for these two," she said as a nervous chuckle came out of her mouth, a chuckle that only made V glare at her more.
Luckily, it was not Mr. Jackson, so Ian could go take what V needed to take care of Lip's foot.
"Are you good?" V asked him, who nodded his head and mumbled, 'Thank you.'
"Alright," she said, "Desna, can you help me get him down?"
"Sure," the girl answered, getting up, reaching a hand to Lip to help him do the same. He flinced when he put his foot down, and Desna was quickly there to put an arm behind his back and the other on his chest.
"Are you okay?" she asked as they looked at each other for a moment. Lip observed her before smiling and nodding his head.
"Try not to put your weight on it too much." From her tone, Desna knew she had noticed something, so she decided not to look at V as she helped Lip down the stairs.
"Ice and Advil," V repeated as they made their way into the kitchen. "And, again, take your weight off of it." Then all of their gazes turned to the new washing machine that was being installed.
"I thought you were broke!" V said as Desna helped Lip to sit down on the stairs.
"Are you good?" she asked again, sitting next to him, who looked at her eyes and smiled.
"I'm good," he said. "Thanks." Desna smiled as well, looking down. "Don't mention it." She could still feel his eyes on her before he muttered, "Look at that."
Fiona was showing V a bouquet of red roses.
"Who, Steve?" She heard V ask Fiona, who had a giant smile on her face.
"The other night," she said, and V's eyes grew in realization.
"No!" She exclaimed, to which Fiona answered with a happy nod.
"Oh shit," Desna said with a giggle, "He is really trying to win her over," She felt Lip move closer to her, which made her turn curiously towards him.
"Can it work?" he asked, searching for her eyes, which she locked with his.
"Well, it depends," she shrugged her shoulders, "How much was the washing machine needed?" Lip chuckled, scratching his nose.
"Umm... yeah," he said, nodding his head. "Very needed." Desna let out a laugh as the two kept looking at each other. Lip had been acting strange lately, but in a good way, she liked it. She liked him.
"Des," V's voice made her turn. She noticed that the woman was observing her and Lip. "Come on, let's go home."
Desna nodded before turning to Lip for a moment, whispering a 'Bye' and then following Veronica out of the door.
They didn't have to walk long, but V was strangely quiet as they made their way towards their home. Desna felt every second of that silence.
"What a day, uh?" Desna spoke, trying to be as natural as possible. She noticed V nodding her head in silence, watching at anything but Desna's way, before speaking.
"There's something between you and Lip?" her question made Desna stop on her track.
"What?" the girl asked in a whisper. Veronica turned to look at her with studying eyes.
"You went out early today," she said, stepping towards Desna, who frowned.
"What are you spying on me right now?"
"We are quite defensive," V answered, putting her hands on her hips, "Should I spy on you right now?" Desna's eyes grew wide.
"Why should you?" the girl asked.
"Because you are too young to have sex," V exclaimed, making Desna cross her arms.
"My god," she said, walking towards their porch, "I can't believe we are having this conversation."
"Me neither," V said, following her. I wanted to talk about what we were going to eat or watch tonight."
"Then ask that," Desna argued as she took her keys to open the door.
"I would have gladely," V answered strongly, "But now that I saw you two I can't stop thinking about it."
"Me having sex?" Desna exclaimed as the door opened by Kev, who was wearing only his pans.
"Who's having sex?" Kev asked with wide eyes.
"Probably you," Desna said, heading towards the stairs, "I might be too young to have sex, but I can hear it alright. Like every morning and evening and every time you meet in this house," she said before running into her room, closing the door.
"That's not why we are worried, and you know it!" she could hear V say, but Desna locked her door.
God, that was so humiliating. She was old enough to do everything that she wanted. She was being careful, they both had been. She really didn't want to talk about something that private with Kev and V. Not after they came to know what happened. She simply couldn't.