Thank You For Saving Me // Stauren

chapter sixty five

Emily's P.O.V

"So she's okay?" I asked frantically.

"Yes, she's fine. When she fell she landed on her wrist, no head injuries... nothing. Count your friend lucky." The nurse explained, sending a small smile my way.

"And the man? Is he okay?" I asked again, but this time less frantic.

"Yes... we believe. He's unconscious. But that's all we can tell you. " She said, clearly not knowing, "Follow me, she's asking for you."

I walked into the small side room to see Lauren just getting her cast finished on her wrist.

"Lauren?" I spoke, sadness and worry still filling my voice.

"Hi..." as soon as she said that word, I ran to her, hugging her as tight as I can and not letting go. Tears spilled out of my eyes as her voice utters that one word.

"You scared the shit out of me!" I whisper yelled, but anger didn't show, I was too happy from her talking.

"Sorry..." she mumbled, her arms wrapping around my small form.
"W-where's Steven?"

"I don't know, they wouldn't tell me... I'm sure he's fine, okay?" I told her, earning a nod in response. We waited for her cast to be finished and until the doctor said she could go home, but she refused.
As I was dragging her to the exit she ran to the reception desk, asking them about Steve, me following behind.

"...um, he's in theatre right now, it says here that he's having an operation." I heard the desk lady say.

"What- what type of operation?" Lauren replied, not able to contain herself from nearly shouting out off worry.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you." She tells her, giving her an apologetic look.

"I'm his girlfriend, I have the rights." Lauren replied, tears making her eyes glassy.

"Lauren... come on, let's go home." I butted in, slowly putting an arm around her and walking out to my car. "He'll be just fine."

"Will he?"

"Of course."
Lies? Maybe.

~

"I know, and I'm sorry! Can't we reschedule it?" I tried to negotiate with my tour manager, as I said I'd go on tour weeks ago. "Please? Please mark. Try and get it for another month, I'm really tied up right now." I kept talking, and talking. I didn't stop, but I continued to walk around my living room, tidying up, and Lauren lays on the couch, channel surfing. "Okay." I ended the call, sighing as I did so.

That's all I was doing. Work. Clean. And more work. I don't have anything better to do. I'm writing songs, I have loads. But none of them are recorded. Because I can't leave Lauren. A few hours ago I made that mistake. I made the mistake to trust Steven. Even though, a few days ago I made that exact mistake of trusting him in the first place. Sometimes, your ideas don't go to plan.

*flash back to a week ago*

"Steven!" I shouted through the apartment.

"What? What do you want?!" He shouted back as a came round the corner.

"I thought I said to make sure Lauren keeps busy and no alcohol comes into the house!" I practically screamed, this had been going on for weeks, around a week or two after the twins were born to be precise.

"Oh, give it a rest. I've got more important things to do. It's called, looking after my girlfriend." He rolled his eyes.

"You're not exactly doing a good job of that... do you even know where she is?!"

"Yes! I sent her upstairs to get a shower!"

"Wrong. I walked in on her laying in bed. Crying. Can you hear a shower?! Get your act together!" I continued to scream, before letting him get by. "Oh, and stop fucking drinking! I can smell it on your clothes as you walk by!"
I shuffled into the kitchen, anger oozing from every part of me. The sight in the kitchen didn't calm this either, "I don't under stand why can't you just wash your own plates and clothes too! I don't see it being difficult!" I shouted upstairs.

As soon as I calmed down and cleaned up my messy apartment, I thought about how Lauren must feel about us always shouting. Her best friend, and her boyfriend, it must be making her go crazy.

*end of flash back*

"Here..." I mumbled, placing a warm mug of tea in Lauren's hand. "You have no idea how much you scared me..." I chuckled, trying to make the mood lighter, but no emotion came from her. Just a blank face. "Please talk..."

"Can we go see Steven?" She asked, her eyes continuing to stare forward.

"Not yet honey..." I replied, rubbing her back in circles.

"Why?"

"Because we wouldn't be aloud to go through to him... so... why don't we get you a bath, yeah? Then get you to bed. Let's see if tonight you can get some sleep." I smiled, earning a nod from her. But this is how it had to be. Constantly talking like she's four was starting to affect everything, not just me. When she acts like this, I get scared. I feel like I can't do anything. But. I guess I have to try.

Right?

~

I slowly dried Lauren's hair with the blow dryer as I just got her out of the bath. Especially now with her sprained wrist, I had to help her, wash her, make sure she's okay, dry her. She's broken. I knew if I left her, she'd cry, or she wouldn't move.

Eventually, I turned the hair dryer off and got her pyjamas off the radiator where they had been warming up.
"Here... put those on and I'll get a movie for us to watch..."

I left for around fifteen minutes before coming back with a DVD and some ice cream. I helped her lay back on the bed as she was now dressed, and lay next to her, her head soon finding a place on my stomach. I let her lay still while I pressed the small play button on the remote that was on the bedside table. I saw her staring at the screen, probably not watching. But it was The lion king. It's the only thing I had that would make me cry. Well, not a lot anyway.

But, soon she fell asleep, which I was thankful for. She doesn't get much these days. I sighed to myself and texted Norman, like I do every night. Nothing too long, as slumber took over.

But I couldn't stop thinking of her. I needed to know if she's gonna be okay. Same with Steven. And the twins...

A/N;
THIS IS REALLY BORING AND DEFINITELY NOT MY BEST IT TOOK A LONG ASS TIME TO WRITE TOO!!!!
Anyway enjoy this shitty chapter. Imma go die of depression and stress ;)

OH HOW A WONDERFUL TIME SCHOOL LIFE IS.

Bye my fellow kiddies