I'll Be Damned if You're the Death of Me (Ben Bruce/Asking Alexandria)

Six Feet Under Your Lies

***Bens POV***

Noon, the next day. Me, James and Danny were in the entrance lobby of the hospital, waiting for Blair to be released. We'd signed her out, and now we were waiting for the doctor to bring her down. I shook my leg impatiently and Danny had probably thrown up 3 times since we'd been here.

"James, do me a favor?" I looked to my left, to him.

"What is it?" He groaned and rubbed his eyes. We were all tired from being stuck here all night.

"Tell her you're the one who found her," I said.

"No! I can't take the blame for that," He shook his head. "Besides, she might like you more if she thinks you helped her,"

"Shut the fuck up and say you did it," I said sternly.

"Fine," James snarled. I looked towards the patient entry, and saw that the doctor we'd spoken to earlier, was walking Blair towards us. I hit James's shoulder and all three of us stood and met them in the middle of the lobby.

"She's fine, no medication needed. She doesn't remember the incident but we're almost positive that she had inhaled a form of drugs. Keep and eye out for her next time," The doctor smiled at us, and Blair looked at the ground. She looked really fucking embarrassed.

"Thank you, sir," Danny said, shaking his hand.

"It's my job," He smiled at us, and patted Blair's shoulder. "You're lucky this guy found you!" He motioned his other arm to me and I flinched. Fuuuuuck.

"He did?" She looked up with knitted eyebrows and pointed at me.

"Yes," The doctor smiled.

"Good to know," She sneered, and flashed me a horrible glare.

"Well, she's free to go!" The doctor waved to us, and headed back.

We all turned to go, and as I checked behind me to make sure Blair was following, she raised her arm. The palm of her hand collided with my cheek with full force, and I stumbled backward.

"The fuck was that for?!" I yelled. The whole lobby was looking at us now.

"I don't need saving, you fucking prick. I can handle myself," She growled.

"Really? Because when you were laying in an unconscious heap, you didn't look like you were handling anything," I shot back.

"Fuck you, Ben Bruce. I hate you," She sneered and I could tell she meant the last part.

***

 The next morning, my head hurt like hell and the TV was still on. It sucked because I knew that we'd be jumping on a plane for Europe tomorrow. My bunk was a fucking mess, and I think the blanket was gone. My stomach was in knots from the obvious hangover I was suffering from, and I didn't remember much from last night. I remembered enough to know that there was someone in my bed with me.

I looked to my side and down, to see brown hair and a girls body. She was in only a lacey pink bra, and a pink thong. My arm had fallen asleep beneath her. Fuck Ben, what did you do now?

I coughed loudly and yanked my arm out from beneath the girl, sitting us as best I could in the bunk. She woke up immediately and sighed. She turned back and looked at me, with her messy bangs in her eyes. She leaned to stretch, and leaned across my body pressing her tits to my chest.

"Morning babe," She slurred. Her breath smelled like really bad alcohol.

"Who are you?" I said bluntly. I honestly didn't remember her or her name, but I'd obviously had sex with her last night. I did remember the sex, just not the girl.