Meant For Me ❀ Narcel

❀A Thousand Years❀

N.H.

The doctors told me that we were extremely lucky. They said that if I hadn't gotten Marcel to throw up some of the pills at home, I would have lost him. And if I had brought him into the hospital a few minutes later than I had...I would have lost him. Just the thought that I almost lost him, scared me more than I've ever been scared in my entire life...and I've seen some scary things.

I wouldn't leave Marcel's side. It's not that I didn't trust him, it's just he didn't want me to leave even when the doctor said he wanted to speak to Marcel alone. It was only because the doctor wanted to evaluate him and talk about his suicide attempts. I didn't want Marcel to relive those attempts by talking about them, but I knew the doctor was only doing his job and not trying to cause Marcel more harm.

The doctor told us that Marcel couldn't leave for a few more days because he was being put under suicide watch. I wanted to say that I would make sure it wouldn't happen again, but he nearly accomplished with killing himself while I was only two rooms away. So I agreed to the terms. I needed Marcel alive. Not just for the sake that I'd be terribly heartbroken without him, but for the sake of his sister...and his mother. I know he doesn't want her in his life, but every boy needs his mother.

"Niall?" I turned towards Marcel; he was sitting up in the bed without the breathing tube in his nose. He still had the IV's however. "Cuddle me? Please?"

I just smiled and nodded before I carefully got into the bed with him. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. Marcel was only in a hospital gown and from what he told me, it wasn't as comfortable as it looks. He said it was itchy and annoying. He also informed me he wished he had his pants. That made us both laugh, but his laughter died down when the door to the hospital room we were in opened.

"Marcel!" Gemma exclaimed.

But she wasn't the only one at the door; so was his mother.

"Wh-why is she here?" he nearly cried.

"That's no way to speak to your mother, Marcel."

"Oh shut up. I wouldn't want to give you a warm welcome either," Gemma spat as she quickly went to Marcel's side; brushing back his hair from his eyes. She then looked at me. "Thank you for calling me."

I just nodded then looked at Marcel and Gemma's mother. She looked hurt that her children didn't want her in the room, but honestly? I'm siding with them this time. I didn't think she deserved to be in here either, despite the fact that I want Marcel and his mother to rekindle their mother-son bond.

"He needs actual help. You both know that," Mrs. Twist said.

"N-no! I promise I won't do it again!" Marcel cried.

I hated to even think it, but she was right. I couldn't help Marcel no matter how hard I wanted to.

"Baby..." Marcel turned his face to me. "You need someone other than your sister or I—"

"What about me?" Mrs. Twist butted in.

"You don't deserve to be in mine or Marcel's life. I don't even know why you're here right now or how in the hell you found out he was here. You are not our mother anymore because a true mother wouldn't have left us with that asshole we're forced to call our father," Gemma fumed.

"Gemma..."

"No. Get out. We don't want you here. Get out!"

Mrs. Twist wouldn't move so Gemma had to force her out. It pained me to see that happen, but I really didn't want to cause Marcel any more pain. He didn't need it or the stress laced with his messed up parents.