Oakley [ON HOLD]

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My knee bounced nervously as I sat on the edge of my bed, nerves reaching up my back and down my arms as I waited.

My fingers tangled together as I inhaled deeply.

I sprung up as the lock jiggled, striding across to the door and hastily pulling it open as I held my breath ready to see her.

My chest deflated as a somber look took over my features, as Elijah with his set of keys held out, looked up at me and raised his eyebrows at my antics.

"Well lovely to see you too" he scoffed and chuckled as I just sat back on the mattress, resuming my position anxiously.

"uhhmm, ok, what's got your panties in a twist?" he said as he closed the door and threw his bag on his bed.

"Something happened to Oakley in New York and I just want to see her and make sure she's alright" I murmured while Elijah took his place on his bed facing me.

His brows furrowed instantly at my words.

"What happened?" he pressed.

"All I know is that she was taken to a gala with Donna and Reed and they made her perform even with her shoulder and when she got back home, their maid called and told me that she didn't look good and something was wrong and she wanted me. She sounded so broken on the phone Elijah, she said she couldn't feel her fingers and god..the way she sounded felt heartbreaking, it was torturing me that I couldn't be there with her. But since then we've talked a little bit but not since yesterday so all I know is she's heading back today so now I just have to wait for when she gets here" I spewed out anxiously.

"oh my god" he murmured, dragging his hand down his face.

"Is she ok now? what was wrong?"

"The doctor said that it caused a nerve to be pinched and that was why she was in so much pain and why she couldn't feel her fingers. They gave her some steroids but said that they may have to consider surgery again."

"Jesus" he blew out.

"I don't know what to do... they're ruining her. She's got so little already and now they might've just ruined the thing she loves the most"

My hand dives into my hair, my chest tightening at the fact that this is all their faults, they constantly hurt her and are despicable fucking humans.

"Ok, dear, just let me know if you need help with anything else" an older woman says from outside in the hall, her voice standing out in the otherwise quietness.

Springing up, I yank the door open quickly.