Helena P.O.V.
After my one afternoon with Tim I'm not sure how to feel about him. I still hate him for what he did to Laura but I still feel like I love him. I start to think about everything him and I have been through over the course of our relationship. From having Billy and Nell, to just being together. It is a relationship I will never take for granted. As I get lost in my thoughts I get up off the couch and grab my crutches. I hobble my way to the stairs and start to climb up them slowly while passing Laura and Tom's room. As I pass their room I hear Tom say "Maybe she still loves him." I then hear Laura reply "How could she after what he did to me?" I sigh as I make my way to my room. I lean my crutches against the bed and put my foot up. I turn on the television and grab my phone and I see I have a text. I open the text and see it is from Tim. "I just wanted to check in on you and see how you are doing?" "I'm doing fine thank you." I reply sending the response. I get a reply message with a smiley face. "I hope I can see you again real soon." Tim says. "I hope so too." I answer. I lean my head back against my pillow as I toss and turn in an uncomfortable sleep.
A month later I awaken to the sound of Charlie crying. I grab my crutches and hobble my way into the bathroom. I take a shower and grab my clothes and change quickly. I make my way slowly down the stairs and into the kitchen where I find Laura feeding the kids breakfast. "Good morning." I say to her. "Good morning." she replies. I notice her reply is somewhat cold. "I'm dropping the kids off at school and daycare after they eat and then I am going to work so you'll be alone in the house." Laura tells me. I inwardly cheer hoping Tim isn't too busy with filming to be able to come over again. As soon as the kids are done eating Laura changes Charlie's nappy and puts her in her car seat. She ushers all the kids out of the house after they grab their bags and I hear the car drive off. Once the car is gone, I grab my phone and call Tim. "I wasn't expecting to hear from you today." he says. "I was hoping you could come by and we could do lunch again, plus I need some help with chores around the house." I tell him, being completely honest with him. "Where is Laura?" he asks. "She is working." I tell him. "I'll be over in an hour with TJ." he says, hanging up the phone. Sure, enough an hour later I hear a knock at the door and see Tim standing on the steps holding TJ. I let him into the house, and he takes TJ out of his car seat and lays him in the pack n play. As I watch my grandson sleep Tim goes into the kitchen and grabs the takeout menu for the Italian restaurant. Once he does this, he sits next to me, and we order our food. He leaves to pick up the food as I sit and feed TJ. Once Tim returns with the food, he unpacks it and puts it on the coffee table. As he does this, I find myself suddenly feeling sick. I grab my crutches and hobble to the loo as fast as I can where I find myself getting violently sick. I walk back out to the living room where Tim looks at me concern etched in his face. "Are you alright?" He asks concern evident in his voice. " I'm fine. " I tell him lying to him. I notice the look of concern not leaving his face. "I'll be fine." I tell him sitting down to eat. While I am eating, I am noticing the food is making my stomach churn. I fight back the bile that rises in my throat each time I take a bite of food. I then notice Laura walk into the house with the kids. I notice she is wearing her change of clothes from work. She walks into the kitchen gets the kids a snack and walks upstairs with Charlie and Sylar. "I should go." Tim says rising from his seat and putting TJ in his car seat. I get up off the sofa and hobble toward the door. Tim follows along behind me holding a sleeping TJ. As I watch his car pull away, I hobble back into the house and hobble to the loo where I proceed to throw up everything I had just eaten. "Are you alright? " Laura asks, taking in my appearance as she passes by. "I'm fine." I answer and I notice my tone is rather harsh. She looks at me somewhat angry and walks away. I watch her walk toward the stairs. I follow her hobbling up the stairs to my room. I get to my room and lay my head back against the pillow not before bolting upright and getting violently sick yet again. I slowly make my way back to bed where I fall in and out of sleep.
What do you guys' think is wrong with Helena?? Do you think it is something serious or something minor.
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She Saved Me Version 2
FanfictionI was saved by an angel This is a 2nd version of my story. It will be mostly the same for the beginning but please be advised late in the story that there is very mature content.
