Free Bird -a Guns N' Roses Fanfic

Hospital

"Honey, that's what we're trying to figure out," he stood up and put his hand on my face.

"I'm not your honey. Now can you put in a record? Mötley?" I asked. He walked over and looked through my records, forming the name of each band with his mouth as he browsed.

"Mötley Crüe, Shout at the Devil. Good choice." He said as he put it in. He smiled over at me and then put the needle in the groove.

"The doctor should be here at any moment." He said as he brushed my hair with his fingers. I angrily groaned as he looked at my features.

"Do you want anything to eat?" He asked.

"I'm not hungry." I pouted like a 5 year old. He put his hand on my forehead to feel my temperature.

"Babe, you have a very high fever. I can't just let you go, I'm sorry." He said sympathetically. I had chills and a sharp pain in my lower stomach, specifically to the right. I started to ease up once I realized that there could actually be something seriously wrong with me. The pain kept getting worse and worse. I tensed up my muscles in response.

"I-it hurts," I strained. He leaned over me and looked into my eyes.

"What hurts, sweetheart?" He asked softly.

"I-I have a r-really sharp p-pain i-in my stomach," I spat out. I clenched my hands over the spot and he put his hand over mine.

"Relax, it'll be ok." He whispered. He got up on the other side of the bed and he sat on his knees. He looked over my sickly body. He put a small kiss on my hand and he gave me a melatonin. Soon enough I fell asleep while Duff sat in the chair.

I felt him stroke my slightly sweaty forehead as the doctor stood at the foot of my bed.

"I'll need to take her in for tests, so if you wouldn't mind carrying her out, we can load her in an ambulance." The doctor said. I was still mostly asleep. I felt the strong man pick me up as I lay limp in his arms. He looked down at me.

"You'll be ok." He whispered, his voice very smooth and calming. Oliv was at the store, and that's why Duff was left to look after me. The rest of the guys were there too, but they had been watching TV. He laid me on the bed in the ambulance and sat on the small seat that was built into the wall of the truck. I was still in my sports bra, but I really didn't care. I just wanted to get these tests over with.

"Mmmm thank you, D-Duffy," I moaned. He put on a sympathetic smile and stared at me. I could tell that he was anxious. I was getting weaker by the minute, and the pain was getting unbearable. I felt like soon I would just pass out. I was woozy, almost like I had too much to drink. He gently rubbed my calf as he looked at me. He looked concerned.

"It's ok, Duffy. I-I'll be ok," I said, trying to steady myself. He let out a sigh and banged his forehead against the edge of the hospital bed.

"You just met me a few days ago, w-why do you c-care?" I asked.

"B-because, I love you." He sobbed. All the sudden I felt like I was being too rough on him. I closed my eyes and before I knew it I was in a hospital room. He sat behind the glass with red puffy eyes. I looked at the machine in front of me as I listened to the doctor explain to Duff what was happening.

I did a scan in the machine and then they put me on a hospital bed. The doctor noticed I was awake and he sat next to me.

"Izabelle, you have been diagnosed with appendicitis. If we don't do surgery soon, your appendix might burst. We'll have to put you under, ok? You won't feel any pain, you'll just fall asleep, and when you're awake, you'll be better, ok?" He said.

"Mmmm... o-ok, doctor." I groaned. Duff walked over and kneeled next to me.

"You're gonna be alright." He whispered. At this point the rest of the boys were here. They all looked at me with sad faces, but I just looked at Duff's face.

"Ok, Duffy." I nodded as he leaned over me and hugged me tightly. He put his hand over my stomach and rubbed it.

"You'll be alright." He repeated, this time looking at my lower stomach instead of my face and kind of talking to himself. The doctor walked over and wheeled my bed into another room. They gave me the shot and I dozed off.

Duff's POV

I watched as they rolled the bed away from us. I was really worried. She seemed to loosen up once she realized she was sick, but it is still hard to get her to come out of her hard, bad girl shell.

I looked over to see Oliv behind me. She grabbed my hand.

"She's tough, she'll be fine. She isn't going out that easily." She reassured me.

  "I can tell you care for her," she said as she looked at my red face.

  "I just don't want to feel guilty if something happens to her." I made up an excuse.

  "You can tell me, you know. It's ok." She said softly.

  "She isn't like all the groupies or sluts that hang out with us. She's special. She's a rockstar." I admitted. A small smile formed on my face, accompanied by a blush.

  "Well I think she likes you too," she said with a wink.

  "How can you tell?" I asked.

  "I'm her best friend. I always know what goes on in that brain of hers, even when she doesn't know herself." She giggled.

  "I'll remember that." I said, waving my finger in the air.