𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬

chapter 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐖𝐎 - on the mend

The next two weeks passed with dejection and affliction. Emmalyn spent most of her time sat with Dave, his hand in hers as they watched Taylor.

His mother and father arrived two days after Emmalyn and they were just as miserable.

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"You must be Miss Emmalyn," Taylor's mother turned to me as her husband greeted Dave with a agonised hug, "Thank you."

His mother placed her frail arms around Emmalyn's upset stance as they stood outside the door. A scent of antibacterial cleaner and sterilised equipment radiated throughout the white walls, it could be smelt wherever they were.

"Do you want to go in? He got checked ten or so minutes ago, so you shouldn't be interrupted if you wanted to see him."

Dave returned back to Emmalyn's side, lacing his hand around her waist to keep her figure upright. "Yes, if that's okay. Do we just..?"

"Yeah, head on in. We'll be right out here," Dave assured them.

As the door clicked shut behind Taylor's parents, Dave placed a quick, sweet kiss on Emmalyn's pale cheek. She wasn't eating too well.

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"Do you want to go get some coffee?" Dave asked the blonde woman who was draped sleepily over a blue hospital chair in the corner of Taylor's room.

It had been 13 days since Taylor's overdose and she was feeling horrible about it. Emmalyn had gone an awful pasty colour, being out of the sun and inside a hospital ward the majority of the time wasn't going her health much favours.

Emmalyn was mainly surviving off of coffee and the odd pastry which Dave retrieved from one of the cafés downstairs. She was grateful for his company.

Taylor's parents stuck around and his brother Jason arrived a few days prior, just checking on his little brother.

"Yeah, thank you. Has the doctor been in yet?" Emmalyn pulled herself up and watched Dave shake his head.

"They'll be around later this morning for the tests. Jus more waiting," He murmured, glancing over at Taylor's still form on the bed, surrounded by the same indifferent beeping which was blissfully unaware of the emotional toll that it had taken on everyone who entered the room.

Emmalyn nodded and peeled herself out of the seat. Her body ached from the lack of upright sleeping she'd done, on those god awful chairs, but she wasn't about to leave Taylor's side. "Coffee sounds good," Emmalyn smiled weakly, "Let me get my bag."

Dave stood, leaning against the doorframe as he watched Emmalyn shuffle around, her eyes constantly on Taylor's still body. Her usual bright energy had severely dulled, her appearance reflecting the weight of the situation.

With Kurt's overdose, she was unable to get there and nurse him back to health, like Emmalyn would've wanted to. And when he died, she couldn't help him. She wanted to right her wrongs by looking after Taylor.

Dark circles clouded her bleary eyes and her once vivid hair was now dull and disheveled. He hated seeing her like this, knowing how deeply she cared for Taylor.