Another Love, Captain Elvis Harte ♡

Pain just looked better

Emma 

Spending a month in hospital, between college wasn't my ideal, trip. Neither had been for Elvis, he spent more time in the hospital chair, while I was cramping miserably in style. Maisie had been contacted finally, but getting her out was the issue, she had seen Captain James on the way back, through the bars with Georgie Lane, while in captivity. 

That world was different, to  me now. Being back in Manchester, with Elvis was more or less comforting, knowing my own parents were back. I shook the thought away, knowing that one of them could be visiting soon.

I was numb to needles and injections after how many, I had grown up having, needless to say when they injected into my, veins on my palm, Elvis was more than surprised at how numb my reaction was, he rested a palm against my forehead to make sure my, temperature was ok. 

It wasn't as bad as the murder, when I watched Elvis at gunpoint, but still it showed I had something left in me after the horror, I faced. I planted myself, in the bed and snuggled up      with the covers. White walls, all looked the same, after a while, I could tell Elvis was loosing his mind a little to, after we both counted sheep together. 

I never knew how much time had passed, being on the the tube though. "Lucky, it was you that got stabbed, before me." Elvis prompts. "Come again?" He catches my attention. I fold the blanket away from him, making him annoyed a little and I smile at my small win. "Well, what I meant was if it had of been, me" 

"Elvis stop wining," I look up to see Lulu, enter the room. "Oh come on, I was only testifying," "Whose here Mum or Dad?" I interrupt Elvis, "Mum, Dad's working, but said he'll call later," I sit back relaxed and let out a sigh of relief. We'd been here for only a few nights, at the Manchester hospital, I was glad to be seeing, the back end of this place for now anyway. 

There was no other way to tell Elvis what happened last year, when the scan went wrong he was in the army still I was at home in Manchester studying we were talking by text then, after Charlie spoke to me. I watch him closely, by the bedside. "What?" He question's looking at me. I shake my head and smile, "Nothing," I reply. 

I move my things into my bag and wrap up my clothes, to be honest there's no way, to be able to tell anyone what happened last year. I haven't felt like me since and I'm not surprised after the trauma I went through. Elvis and I spoke moment's after the scan, having it done by two guy's is the worst feeling for the first time. 

I sigh, having him here made this year more bearable, "I need to tell you something," I say to Elvis, "What, anything?" He say's leaning a hand against the wall, looking me in the eye. "I had a scan done last year that was done by two guys," He frown's. "Why did you never tell me?" He asks me. "I wanted to it was difficult," I explain. Elvis had been one of the few people, that did not want to murder me when we first met. 

Most people didn't understand my history, but for some reason, Elvis and I didn't stop talking the moment we first spoke to each other. I always found it unusual, the way we spoke like there was everything we already knew about each other, he guessed about my past, like not many people do. 

"You know it won't happen again," He say's, I nod, "I know it's just one of those things," "I know I just can't imagine anything worse," I say. "You don't need to explain yourself," Elvis reminds me. "What does Charlie always say?" He replies. "I think to much," I reply. Elvis nods, "You do," He laughs. "Thank you for letting, me know now," He pulls an arm around me in a playful rest. "Even Charlie wanted, to murder me when we first met," I laugh. 

"I'm not surprised, I must be good," I laugh playfully whacking him with my pants, which I half folded. "Anything from Georgie?" I ask. Elvis shakes his head, "She would message you anyway, first, she has your number," I raise an eyebrow. "I thought you to, were ok?" I ask him. "As work mates, no longer friend's," Elvis explains to me. "That's why she was upset the day she came into the tent with me gone?" I question Elvis.