¶𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗕𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 [H.S]

2.20

*unedited*

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"I don't want to be saved," she repeated, her face drained from color.

I shook my head, trying to keep her up so if she threw up she wouldn't choke and die. Maybe we needed a medic in the group. Melanie needed a medic. Zayn could only stitch people up and Melanie didn't need a fucking stitch!

"I'm not having you die on me," I said through Gritten teeth, trying to act as if I had everything under control. But the truth is I didn't, and I didn't know how long I had before that dread reached my heart. It wasn't used to caring and I wasn't sure if it could handle that... that fucking feeling.

Melanie shook her head, closing her eyes. She was too stubborn, even at death. No.. She wasn't going to die.

"No, not like this," I whispered, vending her over my knee and pushing two fingers to the back of her throat. I tried to irritate her gag reflex and make her throw up whatever she had taken before the Molly I gave her. This could be an overdose or intoxication, or her stress taking the best of her. But whatever she was going through, this wasn't the end.

I wasn't going to have her dead after whatever we had going on earlier. She could die another time when I'm not around. When I don't have my guard down. When my heart isn't aching and the blood in her vomit doesn't make me want to throw up as well. When I don't feel her on my skin, in my ribs, on the tip of my tongue.

My hands were shaking as I dragged her out of the bathroom and did the same thing she did for Aiden. I went down to the kitchen to grab vinegar and cold water to use as a cold compress on her. I did that even though I knew she wasn't going through the same this as Aiden.

Melanie was throwing up blood. She was breathing so faintly that half the time I wasn't sure that her lungs were getting the air they needed. She was sweating and she was shaking, and fuck... she was a mess.

I was in the kitchen, filling a glass of water as I thought about what could be done when Zayn walked in. He didn't say anything as he leaned against the counter opposite me. He waited for me to tell him what happened after he sent me to her but I was too distracted dying Melanie to realize that.

"What's up?" He asked with a straight face.

"Huh?" I looked up from my water before returning my gaze to the glass. Suddenly I was thirsty.

"How's Molly?" He asked as I emptied the glass in the sink.

I was conflicted on whether to tell him the truth or just shrug it off. I knew what his solution would be and I didn't want to go to the hospital when we had Mikey in our hands. I couldn't risk this plan for her. But then again I was risking her life. All this time. And she probably knew it and this was supposed to make me relax but it didn't.