In Between The Lines

Make me yours

**WARNING, CHAPTER IS NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS, CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE AND ACTIVITIES**

PS: The guy dancer in the video is completely deaf. He's so freaking good <3

*Quinton's POV*

Two months.

Two painstakingly slow months. Two months of waiting and fearing the worst. Two bloody awful months to stress constantly, try to work, try to sleep, and fail miserably.

I visit her everyday. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I try and hold onto the hope of the fact she's still alive. But it's getting harder.

*dingdingding* my phone goes off, making me jump to my feet. I rush over, "hello?" I answer breathless. "Hello, is this Mr Hygh?" A British lady asks, and I clear my throat, "it is." I wait eagerly, praying this is who I think it is.

"Yes well, this is the Hospital. Ms Ellington woke up a few hours ago and is stable. We believe it would be best for her to see her family now." The lady says, sound quite bored. I nod my head before realizing she couldn't see me. "Yes, thank you, I will be right there." I breathe out, slamming the phone down and sprinting out of my room. I call Sanders to let him know to pick me up immediately, and I rush down to the guest bedroom where Lillian and Lukas have been staying.

I find them playing with their toys I bought them, and smile brightly. Lillian looks up at me, her face growing hopeful. "Mommy waked?" She whispers, jumping onto her feet. I nod and she grins, grabbing Lukas's hand. "Come on Luke, let's get dressed hurry!" She cries out and rushing into their closet. I bought them both a bunch of new clothes, so they'd have things to wear while staying here.

I glance around the room, a king size bed lays in the corner, a plush deep blue quilt and matching pillows on it. The walls of the room are creme, and the floor is a dark wood. There are toys scarred everywhere, and a bathroom and closet. The bathroom is short, meant for children, with a huge tub.

Lillian comes running out in a blue dress with a blue bow and Lukas follows, wearing a matching blue sweater. I carry them both, one on each hip, and run down the stairs and outside, where Sanders is waiting. We jump in and just like that we're on our way.

She's awake..she made it through this. I'm going to keep her safe from this moment on, and I'm going to love her like no one has ever loved her. I can't keep the smile off of my face.

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*Oceanne's POV*

I lay sitting upright, waiting for Quinton to arrive. I keep my eyes off of my body, not wanting to see how my arm is in a cast, all the fading bruises and how terribly sickly I look.

"Mommy?" A voice calls me from my thoughts. I look up and grin at the sight of both Lillian and Lukas. Lilly runs up to me and jumps straight into my arms, crying. I brush her red strands of hair back out of her face. Lukas wraps his hand around mine and looks joyful. My eyes raise and meet with those icy blue eyes.

I feel my heart jump. What is he gonna think, me laying here looking like this.. I must look so ugly. Disgusting. Broken.

Quinton's hand reaches my chin, touching me delicately as if I were expensive China and he was afraid I would break. He brings his head down and buries his head in my neck. Within seconds my neck is drenched in his tears, I'm shocked. I wrap my arms around him and brush his messy overgrown hair back.

Tears fill my own eyes. I pull back and look him in his red stained eyes. "take me home" I mouth to him, begging him with my eyes. I can't talk, and I'm not sure why, but I tried earlier and the doctor told me to not force myself. Quinton nods, pulling back and biting his lip. My eyes drift to his perfect pink lips. So kissable..so.. different. How long have I been out? Around his lips a prickly stubble has grown, looking sloppy and uncared for. His hair is grown out and looks like it hasn't been brushed in days. He has dark black bags under his eyes and his clothes are wrinkled. How long have I been out? God, how long has he been stressing about me?