Chapter 47: Cheryl’s POV
I ran through the main entrance and straight over to reception, ‘Summer and Kara Tweedy Walsh’ I exclaimed, the receptionist glanced up at me, ‘Summers just through that room there, Kara’s further down the corridor but she hasn’t woken up yet, im sorry miss Tweedy’ she smiled slightly. I just nodded and ran towards the room that Summer was in. I pushed the door open and was shocked to see Nadine curled up on the bed with my daughter who was crying her eyes out. ‘Whats going on’ I asked quietly, ‘Cheryl, you may want to sit down’ Nadine whispered, ‘why, whats going on’ I asked again. ‘Summer, she was pregnant, she lost the baby in the crash’ Nadine explained, I stood there, suddenly not knowing what to do. I felt myself panicking and tried to will the attack to fade. I needed to be strong for my daughter, I couldn’t let her see me like this, not now but I could never control them. However I thought I was getting better but the fact that I was still getting these attacks and was still not able to control them kind of said different.
I felt Nadines eyes on me and I could tell she knew what was coming. I didn’t wanna Summer seeing me react this was so I turned and ran out before collapsing against the wall and sliding down to the floor. The tears racked my body and I started crying uncontrollably, shaking and breathiong heavily. ‘Miss, are you ok’ asked a doctor, ‘I just get these panic attacks sometimes, part of my longterm depression, I’ll be fine’ I stumble over my words. ‘Is there anything or anyone I can get for you’ he asked sympathetically. ‘Kimbe…Kimberley’ I mumble out before the attack takes over my body. He nods before walking briskly down the corridor.
I bury my face inbetween my knees as I breath heavily whilst trying to get my body back under control. Someone sits behind me and wraps their arm around me, I turn to see Kimba staring back at me. ‘Are you ok babe’ she whispers, ‘better now’ I mumble before kissing her on the lips. ‘I thought I was getting better Kimba’ I cried, ‘You are babe, you are doing so much better, trust me, you are like a different person to what you were when you first came back. Before, you were having panic attacks all the time, now its hard to remember when you last had one, isnt it’ she smiled at me. I nodded and leant in to kiss her, ‘I love you so much Kimba’ I mumbled against her lips, ‘I love you too so so much’ she grins as she returns the kiss.
I don’t know how long I had been sitting on the floor with my head rested on Kimberley’s shoulder but it seemed like ages. ‘Baby, come on, lets go see Summer, yeah? She is going to need us’ Kimberley whispered whilst running her hands through my hair and kissing me on my head. I nodded beore allowing her to pull me to my feet. Kim took my hand and lead me back into Summer’s room. I smiled and clambered onto the bed with Summer. ‘Im sorry Summer’ I whispered, ‘its ok mam, it was Lukes you know? Only time ive ever been intimate with a guy and it wasn’t even out of choice and then I end up pregnant, just typical isnt it’ she cried. ‘I am so sorry baby, I wrap my arms around her petite waist and allow her to cry.
Kimberley pulls up a chair to sit beside us and entwines one hand with Summers and the other with mine. ‘You guys are my world and everything will only get better, I swear’ Kim whispers before kissing us both on the forehead. ‘I love you both so much’ she mumbles against my forehead as she places a small kiss there. ‘I love you too mum, and you mam’ Summer smiles slightly. I held Summer until she finally fell asleep. I slid off the bed and walked around to where Kimba was sat, placing myelf on her lap. I wrapped my arms around her neck and looked into her eyes. ‘I want you’ I whispered as I stared straight into her eyes, ‘We are not doing anything here’ Kim snapped quietly trying not to laugh. I showed her my best pout but she just shook her head at me. ‘Please! I need you’ I mumbled, ‘No! Cheryl!’ She giggled as I started to nibble lightly on her neck. She tried to bat me away but she wasn’t very good at convincing herself. ‘I need cheerring up’ I mumbled, ‘I don’t care’ she giggled, I frowned playfully, ‘please’ I begged. She giggled, ‘maybe later if you are good’.
