Lovely Within (ON HOLD)

Chapter 10

A/N sorry my lovelies... I promise I'll update more often.

LOTTIE'S POV

RING RING RING... RING RING RING... The telly starts ringing. I run to the kitchen and grab the receiver. "Hello?" I say, somewhat annoyed that my Doctor Who marathon was interrupted. "Who is this?" An authoritative sounding woman asks. "Who are YOU?" I shoot back.

"This is Elaine Rufus, a nurse from St Mary's Hospital in Manchester." I hear the false sincerity dripping in her voice, even through the phone. "Oh. I'm Lottie... Charlotte... Porter. What do you want?" I say as I lean against the kitchen island, fidgeting a bit.

"I'm calling about Bridgette Porter...." Her voice trails off at the end. I freeze. "W-wha-a-at a-abou-ou-out her?" I stutter. "I think it would be best if I spoke to a parental figure of hers." The woman said, getting on my nerves even more. "Fine." I mumble.

Walking into me parents room, I hand the phone to me paps. I then walk out of the room and shut the door. Should I wait outside the door and listen? Then I remember I was watching Doctor Who.

I rush back up to me room and lay back down on me bed. Pulling me purple duvet up around me, I place me laptop on me lap. Then I press the play button on Netflix.

Just as I settle in, there's a knock on me door. "Who is it?" I say, not making an effort to keep the annoyance from seeping into my voice as I yet again pause the show. "It's your father." Me paps says. He had obviously been crying. "Come in." I say. He enters me room and sits on the edge of me bed.

"What is it, Paps?" I ask him. "It's Bridgette... She... She's got GBS...." I wrinkle me nose, trying to recall what that is. I don't remember. "What's that?" I ask. "I don't really want to talk about it... you can look it up." He says, and proceeds to leave. I open a new tab on me laptop. I search 'GBS'. A bunch of results pop up, and I click on a link to Wikipedia.

I literally fall of me bed after reading the definition, dragging me duvet and laptop along. I'm too shocked to get back on me bed, so I just sit there on the floor. And the reason I fell off of my bed? Because, no matter what I say and do, I love Bridgette and care about her.

A/N sorry it's such a short chapter!!! I was in the process of adding more when my stupid shitty phone crashed and deleted half of this update. I'm tired and just want to finally get something up so this is better than nothing.