Always💜 (S.M)

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Shawns POV

When the pills the nice lady has given me sets In and there's not a heart wrenching pain throbbing the back of my head anymore, I sit up. When I look behind me to the right there she is.

Bella's swollen under eyes are red as more tears drip down her face.

"Hi," she says weakly.

I just look at her and smile small.

"Hi." My voice is raspy and I feel weak.
I manage to not fall down when she wraps her fore arms around my torso.
I feel the wetness of her tears seep it's my shirt. I rub her back.

"Look at me," she chuckles through her tears as she comes back to face level. "You're the one who almost drown and I'm the one being comforted."

I rest my tired head head on her shoulder and look up into her blue eyes. She turns the other way hiding her face for some reason.

I struggle to talk.

"Why can't I see you Bella?"

"Because.." she sounds embarrassed.." I haven't done my makeup."

I roll my eyes at this.

"Why do you need makeup when you have such natural beauty best friend?"

I kiss her cheek before falling back on her shoulder. Everyone is watching us but I don't care. I see Luke scoff in the corner of my eye. I feel her head rest on my hand her hand on my cheek as I fall asleep...

Bella's POV

He has one arm on my shoulder and the other on another counselor as we support him on our way to his cabin. The other guy does most of the lifting but Shawns head rests on my shoulder.
He almost died. It's a miracle that he didn't.  The guy plops him on the bed quite roughly. I glare at him. He almost died have some care!!

"I don't think a girl Is supposed to be in her-"

"Shut up and close the door he's my best friend." I reply rolling my eyes.

He just stares at me, shrugs, then leaves.

I cover Shawn with a blanket properly and examine his injuries. It's 3 am and my eyes are drooping but I'm going to make sure he's breathing. I wait about a half hour watching the steady up and down movement of his biceps and head to the small kitchen area to brew some tea. At least it has a little caffeine in it since Shawn doesn't drink coffee. I prop my elbow on the counter and rest my chin on my hand as I wait for the tea bag to soak.

I then feel two strong arms around my waist and a head on my shoulder. I jump until I see the familiar ring on his middle finger.

"What are you doing out of bed?" I ask like a stubborn mother, "do I need to remind you that you have 14 stitches in your freakin head??."

I turn around in his grip to face him now. His eyes look tired and his mouth droops at the corners. He looked absolutely exhausted and beat up.

"Shawn.." my voice is softer now, "you look like you've been through the ringer..Shawn??"

He just lays on my shoulder still holding my waist. I rub his back and begin to walk to the bed.

I tear him off me and tuck him into bed once again.  I sit by his waist and look at his shrunken eyes, while they look back.

"Shawn can you say something?"

I place my hand on his chiseled cheek and stare at him hard.