Fractured (kendall jenner x gigi hadid)

Closer

Binx has her on a drip now because she can't keep down whatever pills it is that Binx is giving her anymore. They always come back up and it usually leads to major nosebleeds. She can't remember the last time Binx left her side, she just sits next to her holding a wet cloth to Kendall's face in an attempt to cool her down or to catch the extra saliva when she coughs.

Kendall can hear her voice and smell her, she smells like vanilla, but that's it. There's little to no sensation anywhere else anymore. There's no taste and her vision has narrowed to shadowy blurs. Kendall is aware when Binx touches her, her fingers softly brushing Kendall's hand and forearm.

Binx holds her head against Kendall's cheek while Kendall jerks violently against her, screaming as all the pain and fear drives out her body. The effort is exhausting and soon the screams turn into tears and fruitless retching. When her breathing returns to normal, Binx looks up, and slowly begins to wipe the tears from Kendall's face.

"I think it's time now Kendall," she says as she holds something up and Kendall can see the faint outline of a hypodermic and relief washes over her because it's finally over. Binx leans over and caresses Kendall's cheek with her palm. "Don't worry sweetheart, I won't leave your side."

Kendall believes her.

Kendall watches as best she can through blurry vision as Binx injects something into her drip tube. Kendall doesn't think about Selena or Hailey or Cara or Harry or her own parents. She just can't. So she just concentrates on Binx because that's all there is now. Binx's her only thread to this world. A thread that's hanging on by the skin of it's teeth.

Kendall stood at her apartment window, hands in her jeans pockets, watching as a fine mist of rain fell outside. It was nearly eleven and she wasn't tired. She hadn't even gotten out of her work clothes from earlier in the day, the same work she'd have to be awake for in less than seven hours. Her phone buzzed harshly on the old coffee table. She ignored it – again.

Gigi was like a dog with a bone. She'd stayed over three nights ago and Kendall had tried to keep her distance since then. She couldn't get involved with Gigi, it was wrong on every level. Not for her but for Gigi. She wouldn't be good for Gigi and she didn't want to drag the blonde down the path of destruction she had followed in the past twelve months.

Kendall was still standing at the window, studying the night, wondering when Gigi would give up for the night, when the doorbell rang. She still didn't feel tired. She looked, she thought, worse than normal. She half expected to find a reporter at her door, the other half wondered if Gigi would be brazen enough to come over. But in her heart she knew it would be neither of them. It would be Hailey. After the text she'd send the blonde earlier in the evening, she knew it would be her.

"You're an idiot," Hailey said when she opened the apartment door. She was dressed for bed. A grey hoodie pulled over her grey sweatpants, an old pair of Converse covered her feet. Kendall only ever saw her in that attire when she was staying over, which wasn't often anymore, but it looked like she had a visitor for the evening. She didn't mind.

"Please do come in, Hal," Kendall replied.

Hailey moved towards her, pausing a few feet inside to look around. Even Hailey hadn't spent much time at Kendall's apartment and Kendall could see her eyes wander around at the sparsely decorated area. Hailey tried to act as if the sad little apartment didn't bother her but Kendall knew it did. Hailey had the same look on her face every time she came over.

"Are you okay?" Hailey asked as she placed her purse onto the back of the leather couch.

Kendall didn't really know how to answer the question, so she avoided it. "Do you want coffee or something?"