While Jamie struggles with depression, self love snd acceptance from past traumas and heart break from a past lover, thinking she could never find love again.A young pop star across the world saves millions of lives with her music including.. Jamie...
(MAJOR TW) this story contains content that may be triggering, including substance abuse, depression, abuse, etc! If you are sensitive to any of these topics this story is not for you!
*Hospital pov*
"Hello miss Adams, im dr. Jace, I'll be taking care of you during your stay, the surgery went great. We believe you'll make a great recovery. How are you feeling?"
*Jamie's pov*
He says while me and Cameron stare at him. I try to speak but I failed to let out words, As I cough in pain, and put my thumbs up to show that I was alright. I'm pain but wasn't dead..
"You'll struggle to speak for the next few days. So try to keep it at a minimum. But other than that you should have no problem recovering, I'll be back with morphine, if you need a nurse or any medical assistance just press the nurse button right next to your bed look at me then said make sure that she doesn't force her voice too much or get up, he said glaring at Cameron."
"Sure thing, thank you, dr Jace" he walked out of the room, "you should get some rest," told, Cameron. But honestly, I don't think I could to be honest I still feel shaken up. "I- I'm okay. How long have you been here? I said softly trying not to strain my voice." "since Thursday morning, your gonna need to stay for a while so do you want to stop by the house and pick anything up for you.?" I nodded "ill text you a list of what I need to bring me"
Okay 'I love you' She mumbled then left not long after, I said nothing in shock. She never confessed that to me anymore, I'm used to her being full out drunk and not around. I completely forgotten what it sounded like or felt like.. -------- *Camerons pov*
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'I place my phone down, while I drive to the hospital to be with Jamie, I feel horrible. I'm the reason she's in the hospital in the first place.. I shouldn't have pushed her so hard all the time. I know she treated me well, she's always been the best to me tbh. But I just over time craved more. It's selfish of me but when she was grieving the loss of her dad I didn't know what to do to comfort her at that point.
I tried, but I couldn't have the life of someone's hands in mine. It was too much pressure so I dealt with it the only way I knew how to deal with it was parties and having sex. and slowly it just became my lifestyle.
Longs story short we hooked up, the night of her dads death.
I just always craved more, I craved danger, adventure and that was something Jamie never really had. The sex was good tho. ——————- *Billie pov* "I LOVE YOU ENGLAND!," she shouted I sighed as I walked off stage to catch my breath, phew "can someone get me a bean burrito please, and a water. NOT SPARKLING." I announced
