Drunken DMs

Chapter 37

Ambur

"Did she just call me a dildo?" Michael asked Luke
"Fuck you!" I screamed, "I'm fucking Mexican, do you not know how to speak anything but English?" I asked
"Calm down Ambur," Luke told me
"I can't fucking calm down!" I yelled, "my best friend, is in the fucking hospital thanks to him," I pointed towards Michael
"No actually," I heard Ashton speak for the first time. My favourite band were right in front of me, you think I'd be fangirling and going crazy; but I wasn't. This wasn't the time. My best friend, was in hospital, and none of us really had any idea, about the seriousness of her condition, "it's her 'friends' fault," he put the word friend in inverted commas
"Can we just get to the mother fucking hospital then?" I asked, "and do any of you have any idea about her condition, or even what hospital she's at?"
"She's at St Vincent's," Michael said, I really wanted to fucking slap the prick. He should not have believed that bitch Georgia, "she's in surgery, and has blunt forced trauma to her head and internal bleeding,"
"Well can we leave?" I asked
"Sure, I'm assuming the roads have been unblocked now," Calum spoke up
"Well then what the fuck are we waiting for,"

We took two taxis to the hospital, and it took us around an hour to get there. It was now, seven am in the morning in Melbourne, but to me it felt like it was one pm in the after noon the day before. I was exhausted, I couldn't sleep on the plane and I couldn't even watch a fucking movie. My mind was on my best friend who was in fucking hospital thanks to her so-called best friend and Michael fucking Clifford, "I still can't believe you believed that bitch," I spat at him, "like do you really think that low of Leah?"
"There was fucking proof,"
"Anyone can fake a text message dickhead,"
"I know, but it just seemed that everything was too good to be true," he sighed, "and I know that I shouldn't have believed it, especially when Leah couldn't show me that they weren't real,"
"Did you think she'd actually do that to you though?"
"I know she wouldn't, now," he admitted, "is Georgia really that much of a bitch?"
"Yeah, she is," I told him, "Leah's been complaining about her for like three months,"
"Do you think she'll make it?" He asked, "I honestly don't think I could live with my self if I didn't," he was tearing up. And it was breaking my heart
"Look I know I said it was your fault, but it's really not,"
"But it is," he stressed, "if I didn't believe Georgia and those fucking fake text messages we wouldn't be here right now," his voice cracked, "Leah and I would be at her place watching Netflix or something,"
"Or you'd be making out," I put in, hoping to get a laugh of the green eyed boy, that had stolen the heart of my best friend
"Yeah or that," he tried to crack a smile

All five of us were now sitting in the waiting room, waiting for the doctor to come out to hopefully give us good news. I was extremely worried that the news would be bad, "has anyone called her parents?" Calum spoke up, those were the first words spoken since we sat down
"None of us have their number," I said, "I could ask if I could get Leah's phone and call?"
"Yeah maybe," Ash said
"Her parents are in Europe," Michael said quietly, "they wouldn't know, and there's no way they'd even get here,"
"Someone should call them," Ash said
"I'll call them when I can get her phone," I said. And just as I spoke those words, the doctor walked out
"Are you here for Leah Carmichael?" He asked and we all just looked up and nodded, "she's out of surgery, and ICU, she's being moved to a private room,"
"Thanks," I said, "can you tell us how the surgery went?" I asked
"It went well," he said, "she's probably going to wake up in about an hour, but you can go in now," he explained, "but I will warn you, the injury she sustained to her head, was a lot more severe then we first thought,"
"Fuck," I heard come from Michael, who hadn't spoken since the cab. He'd taken this harder than any of us
"But I'm extremely confident in the skills of the surgeons, and that we  fixed the problem," he continued, "but there is a chance she'll have temporary amnesia,"
"What do you mean, temporary amnesia?" I asked
"I mean, that she might not remember who you are, but only temporarily; she will begin to remember when her mind allows her too,"
"Okay,"
"If she does have memory loss, a photo or a memory between you two should help her, but until she wakes up, we won't know,"
"What if she doesn't remember me?" Was what I heard come from Michael, "what if she's forgotten me?"

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