Chapter Four
*~Ambrie's POV~*
"Is it over? Am I dead?" I thought to myself, only seeing the back of my eyelids. "I'm dead, I'm dead."
My body is too frail to move. Lifting an arm is as impossible as someone moving the Empire State Building by hand.
I feel like I'm floating on a cloud. You know, that kind of high you feel when you just woke up from a perfect nap. Or when you have done something amazing and you're all warm inside and light and delicate. Just like that.
A slight beeping. A rhythmic thump or maybe that was a screech of a chair?
A chair? A chair in heaven? Or maybe this is hell?
"It's actually neither, love."
I gasp, did I really say that out loud? I briskly sat up to see Louis sitting in a blue plastic chair in the corner of a room.
He quickly shot up from his chair but didn't completely stand up.
He held his hand out as if he was about to say "woah, woah. Calm down."
"Brie, careful of your neck. Don't want to make it worst." He slowly walked towards me.
"Worst...?" I questioned.
He stopped in his tracks, "You don't remember anything, do you?"
I inhaled through my nostrils and tried to wrack up everything that happened.
"I-I remember everything up to seeing a man getting shot... Then just darkness." I blinked hard like I was staring at nothing for hours.
"Well," he started before cautiously sitting down on the bed. "You got a bit injured here." He lifted his hand up towards my neck.
I felt his thumb skim across my neck. I seethed as I felt a sharp and agonizing pain.
I slapped his hand away from me as I feel myself tense.
"Don't you dare touch me."
His face showed the emotion of fear but soon, it went back to it's normal state.
"I'm sorry, I forgot that you hate me."
I was taken aback for a moment. Does he really think I hate him?
"Louis... I- I don't ha-"
"Anyway." He interrupted, obviously not wanting to talk about it. "Noah is watching over your brother right now and for the past few weeks. And-"
"Few weeks?!" I slightly yelled.
He didn't seem phased from my sudden outburst.
"Yes, few weeks. You've been in the hospital for a few weeks, Ambrie."
My words and thoughts were both jumbled and confusing.
"But h-how? I was just at the town fair and I-I... What's going on?"
I felt the stress and rage bubbling out inside me, ready to come out. I took heavy deep breaths that don't match Louis'.
His breaths were soothing, calming.
"Okay, where to start?" He questioned and shifted in his seat.
"Anywhere." I answered before laying back down and staring at the bland ceiling.
"You went to the town fair with Noah and you brother, which, might I add, won't tell anyone about, and you were called to action. Now, fast forward and you were dangling out of a moving vehicle, and that's where you got your battle scar."
I lightly placed my hand on my neck and felt slight bumps halfway across.
Stitches.
Then I remember.
The man sliding his blade across my neck. Losing blood, vision, life. Last thing I see is a bullet going through his head and then darkness.
"Wow..." I said as my arm falls back down to my side.
"Wow is right." He said averagely. "After that I got a call from Marsha saying what happened. That you were losing too much blood and it's possible that we could... Lose you. I rushed to the hospital and searched for you. I found you, half dead and pale. You were losing too much blood so I did what I had to do. I donated my blood to you. It helped, but it still wasn't good enough. They gave you liquids and stitches. After, we only hoped for the best..."
I tried processing every word he said.
"Wow." I said again.
"Is that the only word you know?" He asked lightly.
"I'm sorry... I-I'm just at a lost for words."
"It's alright, love. It is a lot to process."
I heard the bed squeak under his weight and soon saw his face in my line of vision.
"Can I help you?" I asked as I saw him smile down at me.
He was close to me, too close for comfort. A few inches from my face with his stupid little grin he always has on his stupid pretty face.
I only just realized that he's holding himself over me.
My breath hitched in my throat, "L-Louis." I felt a blush creep up to my cheeks. "What are you doing?" I peeped out.
Why am I feeling like this? It's only damn Louis, for crying out loud.
I cleared my throat and stared into his deep blue eyes. Wow, they are just so captivating.
He slowly started to lean down and, unknowingly, my eyes fluttered closed.
I waited for his lips to connect with mine.
But instead I felt his breath tickle my ear, "did you know you snore when you sleep?"
I heard him slightly chuckle before he kissed my cheek, "get some rest, babe."
I nod with my eyes still closed and my blood still boiling with embarrassment.
I heard him get off the bed and his feet shuffling across the floor to his seat.
"Hey, Louis?" I said briskly.
"Hmm?" I can practically hear the happiness in his voice.
"I fucking hate you."
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