Two Close (herophine fanfic)-EnemiestoLovers

Chapter 32

My mouth felt like it was on fire. So dry. Need water. Need water. I tried opening my eyes, but the light was hurting them. I had no other choice but to squeeze them shut again.

Where was I?

My body seemed to want me to sleep, but my mind was fighting to wake up. Just wake the fuck-up already!

I tried opening my eyes again, and that time I was able to see a window where the light was coming through. I strained some more to see, but everywhere hurt. I groaned out loud.

"Josephine, thank fuck!"

I turned toward the voice and saw Christian sitting on a chair next to my bed.

Wait—I was in bed? How did that happen? "Where am I?" My voice was a little croaky. It felt like my throat was on fire.

I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Calm down, Josephine, you're fine.

We had to bring you to the hospital, and the doctors had to pump your stomach."

Wait. What?

"What the fuck's going on, Christian?"

I managed to open my eyes fully and tried to sit myself up. Christian soon got up and tried holding me down. "Do you not remember what happened? Don't you remember going round to your mum's house for dinner?"

Then it all came back to me. The last thing I remembered was sitting at the dinner table, and my throat felt like it was burning up. My heart starting racing, and I felt weak. The next moment, I had collapsed, and I didn't remember anything after that.

"What did she do to me, Christian?" I felt the tears well, but it hurt my throat.

I heard him sigh. "She poisoned your food with Cyanide, Josephine.

I'm so sorry." I felt him rub my shoulder in comfort, but no level of shoulder rubbing could comfort me.

I shouldn't be surprised, should I? My mom had always been a little fucked up, so why should this be any different?

Maybe because she tried to kill you!

That thought scrambled about in my head for a while before it actually sank in. Did my mother actually try to kill me?

I should've cried. I wanted to cry, but the tears never came. Strange.

I had been crying buckets over Hero, but couldn't seem to find it in my heart to shed one tear over the fact that my mother hated me so damn much that she had tried to murder me.

"Hero's in the hospital. He hasn't left your side. The only reason he's not here now is because he went to get some coffee."

I snapped my head towards him. "Hero's here?"

Christian nodded with a smile. "He was the one who found you and saved you. To be honest, I intervened when you didn't text me." He dipped his head before meeting my eyes again. "I had to tell him, A.

I'm so sorry, but I knew there was something wrong. He had to know, so he could go to the house and make sure you were okay. He let us both in and found you on the floor having a seizure. Your mother must have left the house by then."

My eyes widened. "Where is she now?"

"The police are out looking for her." I groaned. "And that's not it either."

I looked to him. "What?"

Christian bit his lip. "The press got wind of it, too. They've been camping outside the hospital ever since trying to get news of your condition."