Vivian's POV
Laying down on her bed, looking like death warmed over. Amy tried to tell the most unconvincing lie that Vivian had ever heard. "Seriously, Viv, I am fine. I know that you had plans to be with Ryan Terrell tonight, just go, I can look after myself,"
Folding her arms over her chest, Vivian did not even bother pretending to believe a word out of her best friend's mouth. "Tell that to me when you no longer trip on your own two feet and nearly crack your head open like a coconut,"
Amy let out a huff of air, "Come on Viv, it is not that bad. I did not even need stitches and I do not even have a concussion. I will be fine, so just go, I am certain Ryan Terrell will not be happy that you stood him up," Readjusting the pillows beneath Amy's head, Vivian smiled down at her friend.
