Voices (A Sawyer Fredericks Fanfic)[sequel to A Gentle Touch]

Chapter One

Sawyer's POV

"Hey Sawbug."

"Violet!"

And there she was. My beautiful little ladybug. My everything. My love. She. Looked. Awful. But at the same time she looked like the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

She had a black eye and gauze around her hand. There was a hint of blood on it that was visible to see. She had a blue cast on her left leg and she was leaning on crutches. She was wearing a black skirt and a white V-Neck T-Shirt. She had one combat on her right foot. She had a little salmon blazer and her hair was in a really messy ponytail. She was beautiful.

"Violet!"

She smiled.

"Oh my God Violet!!!" I screamed.

I gentle laid my hand on the side of her face and leaned in to study her.

She licked my nose.

"Ew! Ok yup. You're definitely my Violet." I shrieked, wiping off my nose with my sleeve.

I heard the interviewer wrap up and leave but I wasn't paying attention to what she was saying.

"YOUR Violet?!" She yelled giggling.

I couldn't help it. I started to cry. Tears of joy and relief flowed out of my eyes like a rushing river.

"Come on let's go to the tailgate room." She said sympathetically.

With me sobbing we walked over there. She was having a bit of trouble on the crutches but we made it and we sat down on the couch. I looked at her.

"Sawyer? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" She asked me.

"Violet! I thought you were dead! Nobody would let me come to see you! Nobody would tell me how you were doing! I was so worried about you!" I whimpered.

That's when she grabbed my arms and pushed up my sleeves. I looked at the floor.

"Sawyer are these bite marks?!" Violet yelled shocked.

"My mom took away all of my blades before we came here. I couldn't help myself! I'm so sorry Violet!"

She wrapped me into a very loose hug. She was hugging me like I was a fragile China doll that would fall apart at the touch but in reality she was probably in so much pain right now.

When we pulled away my tears had stopped and she looked me in the eyes. I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. 

"What happened to you?" I asked quietly.

"Well when I first woke up the first thing I asked for was you. They said no minors were allowed in the ICU. I just sort of accepted it. I'm sorry but I was just in too much pain to care about who was really in there." She admitted looking down.

"It's ok my lovely." I assured her.

She smiled and continued.

"Well, I had a sprained wrist and my hand basically got torn apart by the chains on the bottom of the truck. They did an operation on it to pull some of my other skin on top.  It's only glued down so I have to change the gauze every six hours so it doesn't get infected. There's still quite a bit of blood that sort of.. You know... Oozes out of it." She said with a disgusted look.

"Violet?"

"Yeah?"

"I've been scooping animal shit for eight years. I don't give a crap about a little bit of blood ok?"