Cheer Up Baby | Elijah Hewson

Chapter 20. I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor

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I found it so hard to sleep between the noise of the city and worrying constantly about Rob.

Even though he'd just had his operation, I practically had to leave nearly immediately after he was wheeled back into the room since visiting hours were over.

Well, I was supposed to leave.

I managed to beg the doctors and nurses who were keeping an eye on him to let me stay until the anaesthetic wore off.

He did struggle a bit once it wore off. He was struggling with headaches, shivering like crazy, and sadly being sick as well.

So, seeing him in that state made it even harder for me to leave, but he wasn't letting me stay any longer.

"I swear to god Sophie, if your arse isn't out of this hospital in the next fifteen minutes, I'll get security to drag you out." He threatened with a subtle smirk on my face as I wrapped another blanket around his shoulders.

I'm was trying my best to stop the constant shivering. It wasn't working, though.

"Rob, I can't leave you like this. You'd never leave me like this if I was in such a state."

"Don't argue with me, missy!! You need sleep. Go back to the hotel, get yourself some food, put the TV on, and get some rest. I'll see you in the morning, okay?"

He gripped my right hand tightly, looking directly into my eyes as he spoke with a stern tone in his voice.

I contemplated staying or leaving in my head. Not knowing what was best. I know that he wanted me to leave and get some rest, but at the same time, I was afraid that he was just saying that.

"No, absolutely not. I can't physically bring myself to leave. This is a fucking joke. Visiting hours my arse. You just had a fucking operation for Christ sake!!" I shook my head in disagreement. Standing my ground that I shouldn't be made leave.

"Sophie, please. Just go, and get some rest. It'd make me feel ten times better if I knew you were comfortable and getting some well deserved rest. I've put you under so much stress today and you've handled it like a champ." 

I could see a wave of guilt wash over his face. Blaming himself for something that couldn't be controlled.

"Robert, shut the fuck up before I get mad. You have done absolutely nothing wrong. You didn't decide to burst your own appendix. So don't feel guilty, because I wouldn't have stayed if I didn't want to. Only people I love get the special treatment of having me around." I smiled wholeheartedly, placing my hand on his cheek and rubbing my thumb against his cheekbone.

"So, what your saying is that you love me?" He smirked, placing his hand over the my hand that was resting on his right cheek.

"Huh? I never said that!" I shook my head in panic.

"Yes, yes you did. You just said that the people you love get this special treatment, and I'm getting the special treatment. So that means you love me. Just admit is!" 

"Okay, I'm leaving now. Goodnight." I quickly placed a kiss on his lips and picked up my bag and my coat. Ignoring his constant calls of name, begging me to stop and not to leave.

"Fi, please, stay for a few more minutes. I didn't mean to pressure you like that. I'm sorry." He rubbed his forehead in frustration, clearly frustrated with the situation in general.

"Please, stop saying sorry. I'm sorry. I'll be here first thing in the morning. I'll try and see if they'll let me in a few minutes before visiting hours start." I spoke quickly as I set up his phone to play the album "Room On Fire" by The Strokes so he didn't feel totally alone when I couldn't be there.