Promise // Michael Clifford

Michael

I opened my eyes to a blinding white room. Where was I? The last thing I remember was Calum pulling up I the hospital. The hospital! That's where I was. There's was someone's hand holding mine. I glanced down, through the tubes and monitors.

Gina was slumped in a chair next to me, a single tube coming from her arm. It was full of blood. I watched it run from her arm, and followed it all the way to mine. Why was her blood going into my system? I pressed the call nurse button on my remote.

"Hello Mr. Clifford. Good to see your feeling better," a kind looking nurse smiled, entering the room.

"Why is my girlfriend unconscious on the chair next to me with blood going from her arm into mine?" I asked, sitting up.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to lay down again. When your girlfriend wakes up, you can talk to her. But I will tell you that the blood thing is because you lost a lot of blood, and Ms. Hemmings offered to donate hers," the nurse said calmly, gently pushing me down so I was laying down. I sighed.

"Okay. Could you please wake her up?" I questioned.

"Of course Mr. Clifford."

"Thank you."

The nurse shook Gina gently. She opened her eyes, her hand tightening around mine.

"I feel a little dizzy," Gina groaned, sitting up a bit straighter.

"I'll get you something sugary," the nurse smiled, heading out.

"You're up," Gina smiled, turning to me once she had left.

"You're blood is going into my arm and it's making you dizzy," I stated plainly, not liking the idea that she was sacrificing herself for me. I wasn't worth even a fifth of what she was.

"You lost so much blood, and I couldn't stand to just sit around and let you die," she sniffled, tears in the corner of her eyes.

"Come here," I smiled. She crawled into bed next to me. My arms immediately wrapped around her waist, hers wrapping around my shoulders. I could tell she was crying.

"Shhhh. It's okay. Don't cry," I said, wrapping my arms tighter around her waist.

"I was so scared you were gone," she sobbed.

"I'm fine. I promise I won't die," I soothed her. She buried her face in my chest, her arms tightening around me.

The nurse came back with a tray full of sweets, awkwardly setting them on the side table before shuffling out the door. I smiled weakly at her.

"Gina babe, you need to eat this food," I said, pulling gently away from her. She nodded weakly.

I pressed the call nurse button on my remote. It took only 5 seconds for one to walk in. I guess that's what happens when a pop star gets injured.

"What can I help you with?" the nurse, Piper her name was, asked, looking between me and Gina.

"Can you get this tube out of my girlfriend's arm please?" I asked.

"Of course Mr. Clifford."

After the nurse had bandaged up mine and Gina's arm and left, Gina turned to me.

"Why do you keep telling people that I'm your girlfriend?" she asked, leaning her head on my chest as we sat leaning against the wall on the floor, eating ice cream and drinking juice boxes.

"Because it's easier then saying my best friend's little sister that I had the biggest crush on for years before she said she liked me and we kissed and didn't tell her brother but he found out and yelled at us but technically we're not dating," I laughed, "Although I do wish it were true."

"Well why don't you ask me out then?" I laughed.

"Gina Hemmings, will you be my girlfriend," I smiled, taking her hand.