Save Me. {A Joe Sugg FanFiction}

forty-six

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EMMA'S POV
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It's cold. So cold. I pull my black cover up closer to my body.
'Miss? Are you okay?' A man walks up to me, holding my arm hard.
'I'm fine.' I whisper, pulling my hand away.
He tightens his grip.
'Excuse me.' I mumble.
'What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?' He smirks.
'Excuse me please. I am married.' I practically hiss.
He raises his hands in defeat - just like Eric did 7 years ago - and backs away. 'Alright, alright. Sorry to bother ya.'
I nod and begin to walk away, until a force hits me in the head and I black out.
'Emma? Emma can you hear me?' A voice says.
I peel my eyes open. It's blurry.
'Huh?'
'Emma! Thank god!' The voice says.
'Who are you?' I furrow my eyebrows, confused.
'Emma? It's.. It's me..?' The voice - who I've now gathered as male - says.
'Who's me?' I mumble sleepily.
'Sir.. She has a brain tumour.
It's very likely she won't remember you while she's being sedated.' A female voice says.
'I love you Emma.' The male voice breaks and he kisses my forehead.
My eyes widen. 'Get away from me you creep! I don't even know you!' I yell.
'Emma! Emma! Calm down please! Your heart rate is rising. Please stop.' The female voice says.
'Joe...' I mumble and drift off into sleep.
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JOE'S POV
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'Joe...' She mumbles.
I freeze. 'She remembered?'
'It's likely the sedation is wearing off slightly but you need to go sir. Visiting hours are over.' The nurse pushes me out the room.
'How is she?' Zoe asks through the phone.
'She has a brain tumour and is on sedation. She didn't remember me and when I kissed her she yelled at me to get away because she didn't know me. She whispered my name as she fell asleep. Zoe I don't know what to do!' I sigh frustratingly.
'Just breath Broseph, she'll be okay. She'll be out of there in a jiffy.' Zoe says. 'Anyway I've got to go Joe I love you.'
'You too Zoe..' I mumble.
I walk down to the canteen where the girls are.
'I don't like cucumbers!'
'Yes you do!'
'Who says!'
'You did!'
'Didn't!
'Did!'
'Didn't!'
'Did too!'
'Girls!'
They look up at me meekly.
'Amelie says she doesn't like cucumbers.' Margot pouted.
'I don't.' Amelie sigh dramatically.
'Well that doesn't matter. I just saw mummy...'
'Is she okay?'
'Yes. She needs to stay here a while but that means we can't go home until she's better.' I explain.
'How long will that be?'
'I don't know.' I run a hand through my hair.
'We have to stay in America?'
Amelie asks.
'Yes darling.' I say, ruffling her hair.
She pouts and puts it back into her fringe over one eye thing she's started doing.
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EMMA'S POV
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Depression is a side effect of dying. That's what they say. Everything is really.
They also say that you can choose who hurts you. You don't get to choose if you get hurt but you can decide whom you get hurt by.
It wasn't my decision to get hurt by people. It was my decision to allow them to haunt me.
Like An Imperial Affliction.
Anna could choose. She decided to let them hurt her. She died. That's how it works.
I really hate things that are cliché but I've become accustomed to the constancy of it all.
When you wake up in a hospital bed with no recollection of the man standing beside you claiming you have two children. Claiming that he loved me. Claiming that.. Oh, he's hurt and surprised I don't remember him? It hurts. Because you want to tell him: 'Of course I remember,' And, 'I love you too.'
But you can't. Because you have no damn idea who he is and why he's there.
It's like living with a condescending asshole who contradicts your breathing. You know?
All I have in my mind is one name and it's traipsing round and round and I can't take it.
Joe.
Joe.
Joe.
Joe.
Joe.
Joe.
Joe.
'How are we feeling today then?' A much to cheerful nurse asks.
'Fine.' I mutter. Piss off.
'Brilliant. I'm just going to change up your tubes.. Ah, there we are.'
I roll over so I don't have to look at her cheerfulness.
'Emma? There's someone here to see you.' The nurse says.
'Tell them to go away.' I mutter.
I hear her heels clip-clop away. Then they return.
'He says it's important.'
I sigh. 'Fine.' I prop up the pillows and brush some hairs out of my face to make myself a bit more presentable.
'Hi.' The voice from yesterday says.
'Oh it's you.' I mumble sourly.
'Yeah. It's me. I wanted to apologise for yesterday.'
I frown. 'Don't worry. I didn't mind a total stranger telling me we have children and kissing me.'
He laughs awkwardly.
'Is kissing strangers a pastime or some shit?'
'You're not a stranger Emma.' He sighs.
'How the fuck do you know my name?'
'You don't remember...?'
'Of course I don't. Who even are you?'
'The name's Joe... Joe Sugg.' He says sadly.
'That's my surname.'
'I know.' He whispers inaudibly.
'Look... Joe, I'm really not in the mood for this creepy 'not remembering' stuff. Can you please leave?' I ask as politely as I can.
'Sure.. I-I'll bring the girls tomorrow yeah?'
'No. Don't come back.' I say sourly.
'But Emma-'
'Goodbye Joe.' I snap.
As he turns away to leave, something clocks in my head.
'Wait.' I hold a hand.
He turns around with a look of hopefulness.
'My... - please don't think I'm weird - my head's full of three names and I don't know who they are.' I confess.
'What names?'
'Well.. Joe is one.. And Amelie, and Margot?'
He leans in to kiss me and I raise an eyebrow.
'Oh. Right. Sorry.'
'Well?' I press.
'Those are the names of our children...'
'Our children? Since when did we have children?' I screech.
'I told you yesterday... And today Emma.' Joe says.
'Stop calling me Emma! How do you know my name anyway?'
I press the button on the side of my bed that calls for the nurse.
'Emma!' Joe moans. 'Listen to me! I'm your husband! We have two girls! Why won't you remember?' He pleads, almost to himself.
'Because I don't know who you are!' I tell. I begin to cry. All this is too much. I'm weaker than ever.

'Sir, please leave.'
'Can I come tomorrow?'
'You've caused her enough trouble in the last two days with her heart rate. I'm sorry sir, but I don't think you can.'
'But can I bring in our girls?' He asks.
'I suppose so.. But this is your last warning.'
And Thais the last I heard. Until the next day.