Brian's POV
I drove as fast as I could to the hospital. I knew just by the sound of Amanda's sobbing voice that something wasn't good at all. I worried the whole drive, hoping she would be okay for the fifteen minutes of her being by herself.
When I got there, I saw her car and jumped out of mine, slamming the door, and rushed over to her.
Before I could say her name with a knock on the glass car window, she jumped out and threw herself at me. Her face was blotchy and swollen and her eyes were bloodshot.
"It's okay, I'm here." I whispered, placing my hand on the back of her head and smoothing out her long silky dark brown hair.
I let her cry for about another ten minutes before she calmed down. Slightly.
"I'm sorry." she spoke.
"No," I grabbed her head and had her look up at me, "no. Don't even say you're sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for."
She sniffled and nodded, closing her eyes and resting her head on my shoulder.
"Come on, let's get you home," I said as I grabbed her purse and walked her to my car, "We can get your car in the morning."
I opened the car door for her and once she was in, I took my seat and started driving back. She stared out of the window the whole time, not a noise coming from her.
"Hey Mand," I softly spoke, "I'm gonna need you to tell me where I'm going." I smiled.
She gave me brief directions, such as "left", "right", "straight", "keep going"...
Finally I pulled into a driveway of a small brick home with pretty flowerbeds lined up in the front and hanging flower baskets greeting you at the front porch. Once we got in, I took a look around while she got herself situated upstairs where I'm assuming her room was.
So this is Amanda Joy's house, I thought.
I walked over and found pictures on top of an electric fireplace. There was a picture of her and some lady I'm assuming that is her mother. They looked so much alike. I felt a sudden deeper guilt when I looked at her mom. It must have been hell for her when Amanda was in high school...
There was a picture of her and Missy in front of a pet clinic in their scrubs. I smiled the softest bit. Amanda was actually kinda cute in her teal scrubs and long hair pulled back.
There was a picture of a dog and a rectangular jar next to the frame with a black velvet cover over it. I frowned. I knew what that was...
I was taken out of my thoughts when she came around the corner, pulling her hair up.
"You scared me." I put my hand over my chest, releasing a chuckle.
"Sorry..."
I followed her into the kitchen and watched her stare into her refrigerator.
"Can I get you a drink?"
"No, I'm okay. Can I get you anything?" I asked as she closed the fridge.
"Don't be silly," she walked past me, "this is my house, you can't offer me anything."
I stood in silence as I watched her sit on the sofa and stare off into space. Something must have been seriously wrong. And I wanted to help. So I walked over and sat next to her, wrapping my arms around her and planting a kiss on her cheek.
"What happened?" I whispered, letting my forehead rest against hers.
The clock ticked in the background for a few seconds before I heard her say more than five words in a sentence.
"I got a call from the hospital in regards to my mother. They told me one of her neighbors found her on the floor of her living room at the bottom of the steps. She suffered a severe fall and broke some ribs and fucked up her knees more than they already are," she sniffled, "then they told me they diagnosed her with hepatic cancer..."
I looked over at the photo frame. By the way they were both smiling they must have been super close with each other.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered and held onto her tighter, "is there anything I can do to help?"
She shook her head.
"I have to wait until they call me with new news."
It was silent for a couple minutes. I wanted to do something to get her mind off of it but I don't know what. And it was bothering me.
I saw a knitted blanket resting on the top of the other end of the long couch. I stood up and snatched it, wrapping it around the both of us.
But she stood up.
"Where are you going?" I looked up.
She held her hand out. And of course I reached for it, but I was shocked when she was leading me up to her room.
Hold on Brian, you better start getting used to actually going to sleep with a girl, not fucking her, I thought.
"Do you want to sleep?" I asked with a raised eyebrow as she nodded, pulling her covers back.
It was then she changed. Right in front of me too. I watched as she carelessly threw her top off and changed into a white tank top and stripped from her jean shorts and left herself in her underwear.
"Are you coming?" she looked over at me with her resting bitch face.
I did realize I was still standing in the doorway. That was new for me...
Without saying anything, I stripped to nothing but my boxers and climbed into bed, immediately pulling her in close to me. I threw the other half of the covers over us and I looked at her while she looked at me.
"You look exhausted..." I spoke quietly, brushing some hairs out of her face.
She nodded, closing her eyes and burying her face in the crook of my neck. I wasn't completely comfortable with this position, but I knew she had to sleep so I bared with it. And soon I fell asleep with her...
