I'll Be Your Strength

"You said you could save me...I'm doing the saving."

As promised new chapter is up by today... shall try to make weekly updates but I'm brain dead oi. Sorry!

Oi , sorry this chapter is all over the place....as I said, brain dead.

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"You said you could save me...I'm doing the saving."

Chapter 12:

-ORI'S POV-

(A/N they all have been admitted out of the hospital and Ori occasionally goes back for checks up, Nathan still doesnt know her critical condition.)

"Alright Miss. Zwerdling that's it for the physical check up today. Are you experiencing any mental symptoms however? Such as depression, sudden mood swings, et cetera?"

I took a second to analyze what he just asked. "Erm, come to think of it, I have been pretty a bit worn down lately and uh I guess yeah, I've been depressed."

"Okay, that its absolutely normal. If you have the time you can wait about 10-15 minutes and we have a psychiatrist ready so you can get a prescription."

"Oh...okay." I nodded in response and got off of the hospital bed. He pointed to the waiting room and I grabbed my bag before walking over there.

A soft ding alerted me of a text, so I fished my phone out of my bag.

Love!! Where are you??

I instantly smiled and typed in a quick reply. I'm out!! I'll be back by 2 tops. PROMISE!!

Grr! hurry! Love you! x

I rolled my eyes at his text and stuck the phone in my back pocket. Before I knew it, a small voice rang out "Oriana Z.?" I stood up as she showed me the way to the room.

"Two doors down on the right hun."

I smiled politley at her, "Thanks." before walking into the room.

A lady in a black tailored suit was sitting in the room, obviously waiting for me.

She gave me a closed-lipped smile before addressing the topic.

"So you think you're depressed?"

I awkwardly nodded my head as I sat in the seat across from her.

"Ever since I uh, I was diagnosed with cancer I've been very worn down, but not like physically it's just a feeling of being tired panging at me."

She nodded her head as I talked and wrote a few things down.

"I can totally understand why. Is there anything else that you're feeling? Do you ever feel the need to cut yourself? Burn? Kill yourself?"

I shook my head no to all of her questions, and again, she wrote a few things down.

"Okay. I am going to give you a prescription for medication that you can pick up down by the front desk. Take a pill every morning when you wake up and no more than one pill. It should be sufficient. Should you feel worse for any reason, please contact me immediately." She handed me her card as well as the prescription and look at me over the rim of her glasses.

I took that as I sign to leave, and walked down to the main desk.

I handed the prescription over and a nurse promptly came back with a bottle, reitterating again to take one pill every morning. I nodded gratefully and muttered a thank you before throwing the bottle into my purse and walking out.

I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket, and tooked it out. I picked the phone up without even bothering to look at the caller I.D.

"Hello?"

"EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY LOVE"

I laughed into the phone speaker before walking out the door.

"What's up?"

"You done doing whatever youre doing yet??"

"Hmmm...what if I said no?"

"damn you!"

"I'm joking, I'm joking! God! I'm on my way back to my flat right now!"

"Alright I'll see you there love, bye!"

"See me there? what?"

A soft click followed by a buzz flew out of my phone signalling that he had hung up. I rolled my eyes and got into my car before driving home.

***

We both giggled and I responded, "Oh, so its totaaaaaaaaly normal that I used to be a drug addict and you drank a lot." We were quiet remanincing on our pasts. "We're one fucked up couple yanno."

He chuckled, "Yeah, well maybe this fucked up person can save you."

"Save me?" I laughed nonchalantly, "from what?" I paused for a bit before continuing. "You can't save me from myself."

He took my hand and started kissing my knuckles. "Who knows?"

I lifted my head up off of his shoulder and looked back at him. He smiled into my eyes and I smiled back, with the distant sound of Love Actually on the T.V.

Maybe he could save me.

**1 AND A HALF MONTHS LATER**

I was starting to cook dinner when I heard a couple of knocks on the door.

I quickly rinsed my hands before walking and opening the door, expecting a neighbor asking for something, I tensened at the sight in front of me.

"Nathan."

"Ori.."

We stood there staring at each other until I shook my head and invited him in.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well...I'm back." He slightly shrugged and I shook my head.

"Get out."

"I don't wanna fight."

"You go on tour for a month and a half not even telling me, and you say that you don't wanna fight."

"Look, I know it was bad."

"Bad? Bad doesn't cut out for half of it. You didn't talk to me the whole time."

He didn't say anything but stood there in front of me.

"You said you could save me..." I whispered and paused, the scars on my arm stung through my sleeves, and squeezed my eyes shut through pain, "I'm doing the saving."