Battle Scars: Sequel to The War On Love

Chapter 14

*Thomas's POV*

I ran through the front doors of the hospital and straight up to the front desk. "I need to see Emmalyn Taylor," I say, breathing in deeply.

The receptionist points a bony finger towards the door. A group of EMTs are struggling with a patient. "Ma'am! Please lie down!" Someone shouts, struggling to make the person lie back.

"No! How many God damned times must I tell you that I am fine!" A familiar voice shouts, throwing a hand in the air. I release a sigh of relief. She fine and stubborn as ever.

I jog towards the stretcher. Emmalyn Taylor was sitting cross-legged on a gurney yelling at a nurse. When she met my eyes she yelled, "Thomas, please tell this man that I am okay!"

"She will always be okay," I say pointedly.

"Thank you!"

"We still need to stitch up your cuts," the nurse says.

She huffs and looks at me with a tired look before rolling her eyes. I merely chuckle as they push her away, still arguing with her. I follow at a distance.

They push her into a room saying that a doctor will be in soon. I take a seat in the chair by the door. The room is engulfed in silence.

"I don't understand why I have to be here," she grumbles after awhile.

"I'd rather have you here than in the morgue."

She gives me a really sad look. It's like every ounce of pain that she has ever felt surfaced at this moment and she just held all this pain in a gaze cast at me. "Some of the people there shouldn't be," she says rather quietly.

"I know, sweetheart."

She sighs and runs a bandaged hand through her ponytail.

"What did you do to your hand?" I ask.

She simply shrugged. "Don't remember."

The door opens slightly to reveal the face of a smiling young man, no older than I. "Hello, Miss Taylor. How are you feeling?" He asks, holding a stethoscope up to her chest.

"Dandy," she grumbles.

He gives her a soft chuckle. "Someone's in a bad mood."

"Not uncommon," I say from my seat. I see Emmalyn begin to protest but then stops and nods slightly.

"I see. Well, my name is Dr. Trinity but you can call Peter if you would like, my dear."

"Um. She's MY dear," I say, giving him a look of distaste.

"Alright, sir," he says, not paying the least bit of attention to me as he writes something down. He wraps something around her forearm and begins to squeeze a little ball at the end.

He keeps doing all this doctor-y stuff and getting a little bit too touchy-feely. I'm about to protest but a single glare from Emmalyn tells me to shut up.

Finally, he takes her hand and begins to unwind the bandages that slowly get bloodier and bloodier as he takes away the wrapping.  He throws the bandages away revealing a bloody mess. "Did you wrap this?"

"Yes, sir," she answers.

"Did you bother to clean of the blood first?"

"I did. They just started bleeding again."

He sighs heavily and begins to clean her cuts. "Take those pills for me, please," Dr. Trinity says as he pulls out a needle and thread.

"Why?" She asks hesitantly.

"Because this hurt."

"I don't need them."

"Emmalyn. May I call you that?"

"No," I say from behind him.

"Well, Emmalyn," he says, casting a look at me over his glasses, "Why will you not take them?"

She pulls up her shirt just enough to show a jagged scar running up her slightly visible abs and up the bunched up area of her shirt to just below her chest. "If I can get that stitched without pain killers then I can get a few cuts on my hand stitched." She tugs her shirt back down. "Just give me a towel or something."

"I don't have a towel so take the pain killers."

I slip my jacket off my shoulders and ball up a sleeve. I bring it over to her. "Open," I order. She opens her mouth and I place the sleeve in her mouth. "Bite down." I see her bite down on my jacket.

She bumps me lightly with her shoulder, her way of saying thanks when he mouth of full.

"Of course, love," I say, kissing the top of her head. I sit down on the bed behind her. She leans against me as the doctor stitches her hand up.

After a while, she spits my jacket out. "Yeah, this doesn't hurt," she says as she looks at the wet spot on the sleeve. "Sorry 'bout that..."

"Not a big deal. It'll dry just fine," I say softly, pushing her bangs from her eyes.

"All done," Doctor Trinity says. Her hand has a fresh bandage over it. "We'll schedule you an appointment to have them removed."

"Thank you," Emmalyn says, hopping of the bed after me.

"Not a problem. Here's my number of you ever need anything," he says, scribbling his phone number across a piece of paper and handing it to her. She takes it hesitantly and follows me out of the room.

I put an arm around her shoulders, taking the piece of paper from her. "You won't be needing him," I say, ripping the paper in half and tossing it on the floor, meeting Doctor Trinify's eyes as I do so. I just stick my tongue out at him. I give Emmalyn a soft kiss on the cheek before leading her to the car.

A/N: I'm back. I have no viable excuse for being gone so..... Yeah. Erm.... Did you guys like this chapter? I thought almost killing her AGAIN would be a bit extreme. So, she's cut up and sassy. I guess that would be sassy... No. She's cut up and as Emmalyn as ever. Yup. I just made her an adjective. Deal with it. *snaps fingers sassily between Percy and Minho* comment 'Persassy' if you actually read my author notes.   YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO!!! I really shouldn't have to tell you after all this time but.... COMMENT/VOTE -med_01

QOTC: Did you guys watch Danny Phantom growing up?

My Answer: Yes. I've been watching it all day.