Love Doctor :: lashton [au]

Chapter 4

That picture is why you shouldn't let me have a makeup editing app...

Direct continuation and I'm not ashamed...

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After I woke up, I was really confused. Nurses surrounded me. Apparently I had passed out. They said that I must have had a flashback.

Ashton. Ashton. From the ice cream shop. The one that was straight. The one I told that my name was Slim Shady.

I couldn't believe it. There's no way that he could be straight. Straight as a bendy ruler.

It's the way he looks at me. He called me babe, and then winked. Ugh, boys.

I felt a sharp pain in the center of the underside of my arm. I winced and looked at my arm. A nurse had stabbed a needle in my arm. I yelped in pain and shock. "Sorry bud, didn't realize you were awake." She chucked.

I rolled my eyes and watched the crimson liquid run out of my arm, through a tube, and into a little glass vial, and another, and another.

She pulled the needle out of my arm and immediately patched up the hole. "Eat these." She said, motioning to a cookie and a cup filled with orange juice, or at least what appeared to be orange juice.

The nurses left my room quickly. I slowly ate my cookie. I took a few sips of orange juice and suddenly remembered how awful orange juice was.

I set the cup on the nightstand and brushed the cookie crumbs from my hand off into the floor.

Finally, solitude. I pulled out my phone. I tried to text Calum. He didn't respond.

I sighed to myself and slouched back in my bed. I then started to shake. Oh no! It's happening again!

I found the 'call' button on the wall and pressed it. Ashton came running in immediately.

"What's wrong?" He said frantically. "Why are you shaking?"

"Thi-this h-happens al-a lot. M-mo-mom s-said I did th-this sin-since I w-w-was three." I stuttered.

Sometimes I shake, then I start to stutter. Mom always rushes to me. She pulls me up into her lap. I curl up as she strokes my hair to calm me down. It stops after 5 minutes.

"Well what do I do?" Ashton panicked.

"M-mom usual-lly h-holds me a-and st-strokes m-my ha-hair." I said. I could feel tears rolling down my face.

Ashton's face weakened as he saw me crying and shaking. He came over and sat by me.

I looked at him with pleading eyes. "H-help me." I cried. He sadly smiled. Ashton wrapped his arms around my small body and brought me onto his lap.

"Like this?"

"M-mhmm."

He started to stroke my hair. My gross, dirty, hair. His touch was gentle. He could touch me like that all day. He could touch me like that anywhere, every day. If he kept doing that, I was going to have a problem. A big problem.

I could feel myself relaxing. I was still shaking. "It's okay." He whispered to me. That's what mom would always say. Mom. I felt tears well up in my eyes again.

"Please stop crying. You're gonna make me cry." Ashton said, and then giggled a little.

That made me feel better.