don't be a fool [s.m]

chapter 2

shawn

i staggered out to my black jeep wrangler, setting her in the passenger seat and strapping on her seat belt.

amanda is known for having severe anxiety attacks, to the point of hospitalization.

i recall one specific night as i drive. how i wish i could forget that one night.

bethany was over at my house, arguing with me over something ridiculously unnecessary. and i was over at amanda's the night before, studying for our sophomore exams. when i left, i forgot my flannel, so the next day, amanda brought it over. beth got extremely pissed, and began throwing things.

she threw my hard back harry potter book at my head. she wasn't very strong, so it didn't hurt, but amanda freaked. her breathing was uncontainable and she was drenched in sweat. i didn't know what to do, but i did when i saw her collapse. i did like i am now. i rushed her to the e.r.

she had a minor concussion in her head from the fall, but nothing terribly severe. however, they did mention if she had another attack as severe as the one she had that night, bring her in as soon as possible. so that's what i'm doing.

there was a feeling in my stomach, not a good feeling. i looked over to her, examining her pale but stunning complexion.

i looked back at the road, feeling guilty about everything that previously occurred.

she was just doing what she always does, helping me. but i made her sad, i did that. i've never made her that upset, ever. now i see that she cares, she cares so much about me and all i do is treat her like shit.

someone as caring as amanda doesn't deserve to be treated that way. she should be treated better.

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"someone help, she's unconscious!" i yell and two men and a woman in long white coats and black pants round a corner, swarming me as i held her in my arms. a few minutes later another man rushes over with a bed and i lay her down.

they all grab a side of the bed and sprint down a hall way. i run as fast as i can, following them.

"sir, wait in the waiting room. someone guide this young man to the waiting room!" a doctor yells to anyone, and a short nurse comes into view.

"come on, sir. they need to check her vitals and can't do that with a panicking teenager in the room," she says and grabs my arm. i pull away and feel my muscles tense.

"i have the right to see her, she's my best friend!" i raise my voice and rush to the room, but feel a tiny pair of hands barely holding me back.

"sir, please go to the waiting room or you will have to leave the building." she tells me and i take a deep breath. i look back at amanda and feel tears brimming my eyes. i take a moment before glancing down and slugging off to the waiting room, where i sit for about an hour and a half before a doctor comes out.

"anyone here for amanda yates?" he calls, examining everyone. i stand up quickly and make my way over to him.

"me, sir. h-how is she?" i ask him and he gives me an apologetic look.

"what? what is it?" i ask him and he shakes his head.

"we don't exactly know. she said she felt sick before she passed out, but all of her vitals are clean," he explains and i breathe, feeling relieved.

"she has major anxiety attacks, if that's anything. and she had asthma when she was younger," i tell him and he nods.

"that's most likely it. thank you," he says.

"so she's awake?" i ask him and he nods.

"yes. would you like to see her?" he asks me and i slowly nod, following him as he guides me back to her room.

he goes in first but quickly moves out of the way. her small structure appears and i offer a shaky smile.

i make my way to the chair beside her and grab her hand. i focus my gaze on the tile below me, feeling embarrassed and upset that any of this happened.

"i'll leave you two alone," the doctor says and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. my heart sinks as i look up at her.

"i'm so sorry." i choke out, letting a tear slide down my cheek. she squeezes my hand before replying.

"i don't know what to do anymore, shawn," her voices shrivels as she says it. she brings a hand up to her head, rubbing her forehead.

my phone buzzed against my leg. i nonchalantly pulled it out and looked down, reading the text.

beth: bby come over ;)

me: not now

beth: why tf not

i didn't reply, shoving the phone back into my pocket. i collect my dispersed thoughts and remember the reason i'm here. i looked up to see amanda crying. she pulled her hand away from mine and shook her head at me.

"you're t-texting her right now?" she softly asks me and i sigh.

"amanda, i-"

"get the fuck out!" she yelled at me and i flinched, standing up.

"get out shawn. i don't need you." she sobs, covering her face with her hands.

"amanda, please," i beg, nearing her again.

"get a-away." her tired body tries to push me away, but fails.

i wrap my arms around her neck and lay my head on her shoulder, planting a soft kiss on her collar bone.

"i'm sorry." i breathe against her skin. moving away, i walk out of the door.

i exit the hospital and hop in my car, sitting there for about half an hour, thinking of her. amanda.

beth isn't worth losing amanda.

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a/n double update for my girl manda. but these chapters are some of my best writing, and i hope y'all think so too. please vote, it means a lot and motivates me.

xx, char