Celebrity Imagines

Savior-Part 2

Y/N P.O.V

Bryson led me to the bathroom. He pulled me inside and lifted me up gently onto his counter. I groaned at the radiating pain in my abdomen when he lifted me up.

"Sorry." he said quickly.

"It's okay." I gave a half smile, being conscious of my busted, tender lip.

I watched him scramble through his medicine cabinet. He pulled out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, cotton swabs, ointment and various band-aids. Some had butterflies and Hello Kitty on them. I smiled down at them.

"What's up with the Hello Kitty band-aids? You seem like more of a Ninja Turtles type of guy..."

He shook his head and laughed under his breath, "I keep these here for my daughter."

"You have a daughter?" I asked in shock.

"Yeah." he nodded while soaking a cotton swab in peroxide.

"How old is she?" I asked with curiosity.

"Four. I had her when I was about 17."

"I bet she's a cutie."

"She's that and much more to me." he smiled to himself. I adore the love he has for his daughter. I would love to meet her one day when given the chance.

"What happened to her mom...?" I continued.

"We split up after Harley was born, for reasons that don't involve me refusing to be there for my baby girl." he dabbed the wet cotton on my lip and I hissed at the sensation. "Sorry." he apologized. I've never heard a man apologize so much. The thing is...Bryson hasn't even done anything wrong. If anyone should be sorry it should be the one who did this to me. Darren. I wish I never met him. I don't think he has ever apologized to anyone, but himself.

"Why do you apologize so much? You apologized for "not being there for me" with Darren, but you didn't have to be..."

He was silent.

"Because I knew what was happening with you. Yet, I let it continue to happen and be a bystander. I allowed it get to this point. I should have helped you before all of this." he gestured to my damaged face and body, "That's why I am apologizing. I could have saved you, Y/N, but I didn't. I'm sorry." he looked down with a sad look on his face.

"Don't be angry with yourself, Bry. I let this happen, not you. I am the one who allowed him to hurt me. You don't need to feel bad for "not helping". There are plenty of people in this building who didn't do shit." I consoled, "Plus, you actually did help me, more than you think. You were there for me today. When you helped me carry in the groceries and sat and talked with me for hours... You don't understand how much that means to me...to feel like I actually have someone here for me for once. That bastard next door took me away from my family and friends and forced me to feel like a loner, but you changed that in just a few hours. I came to you for help, Bryson, because I trust you more than anybody." I began to tear up, "You are here for me now and that is all that matters to me." salty tears quickly flowed down my face. "You held me tonight in a way I have never been held before. You make me feel warm again and, and...loved....So, I guess what I'm trying to say is..."

He looked into my eyes, encouraging me to finish my sentence.

"...Thank you?" I finished and he sighed with relief.

He finished tending to my wounds and wiping the blood off me. I iced my face for a little bit until the swelling went down. I was dead tired so he gave me a shirt of his to sleep in after I took a hot bath. I had some trouble moving around and getting out of the tub because my body is so sore. I have a big purple/greenish bruise that spreads from one side of my stomach to the other. I walked into Bryson's bedroom and saw him grabbing a pillow and a comforter from his closet.

"Whatcha' doing?" I asked. He stopped his moving around and looked to me.

"I'm gonna go sleep on the couch tonight. You can sleep in her-"

"No. I can't do that. You letting me stay here is more than enough. You sleep in your bed."

"Then where are you gonna sleep? I ain't letting you sleep on the couch like that..."he responded.

"...Y-You mind sleeping together?" I've only known him for all of about 12 hours and I feel 1000 times more comfortable sharing a bed with him than with a person I've known and dealt with for over three years.

"I don't mind at all." he placed his comforter and pillow back where he found them. I waltzed over to his bed and got in making myself comfy. Moments later he was getting in on the other side. I felt the bed dip behind me and I snuggled deeper into the blankets, they smelled like Downy fabric softner and a hint of cologne.

There was an uncomfortable silence and and even more uncomfortable space between our bodies in the bed.

"Bry...?" I spoke

"Yeah?"

"C-Can you...cuddle with me?" I stuttered.

"Yeah." He slowly pulled himself closer to me and gently laid his arms around my fragile waist. I snuggled closer into him until my back was flush with his chest. It felt so good to be held like this. I fell into a deep sleep wrapped in his embrace.

Bryson P.O.V
I woke up at around 6:30 am and  Y/N wasn't in the bed. Then, I heard her heaving in the bathroom. I got up and ran to her as quickly as I could.

I got to the bathroom and saw Y/N leaning over the toilet with blood around her mouth, but most of it in the toilet.

"Shit." I mumbled in shock. I got down beside her. "Y/N, talk to me. Are you okay?"

"No--ugh!" she groaned in pain. "It hurts!" she cried out in agony.

"Okay, okay. I'm gonna call a ambulance.

"No! No! Just drive me there, please! I don't want to make a scene."

I know why she doesn't want them here. The sirens and lights would wake old boy up and make things worse. I didn't say another word I just grabbed a shirt to put on and some pants for Y/N, scooped her up in my arms, grabbed my car keys and got her to the hospital ASAP.

The ride was scary as hell. Every five minutes Y/N was about to faint from the pain in her stomach. I kept my foot on the pedal and didn't slow down. I care about Y/N and if anything else happensto her, especially under my watch, I'd go out of my mind.

I pulled into the emergency entrance and carefully carried Y/N out of the car. She was shaking and sweating through her clothes.

"Hey! Somebody come help!" I yelled.

A few nurses and a doctor came up to me with a gurney. "What happened, sir?" the nurse asked.

"I don't know she woke up this morning throwing up blood...." I was so scared. She nodded her head and turned to the doctor.

"She has been vomiting blood." she explained to the doctor.

"We have a possible case of internal bleeding, maybe a ruptured organ. We need to get her prepped for a MRI and surgery." the doctor responded. Then on the doctor's word, they rolled her down the hallway to get checked. I sighed and went back to my car to go park it somewhere then I went back into the waiting room until I get word on Y/N.