Mellow ~ A Simon Rix FanFiction

Hospital

*Delilah's POV*

Enjoy! x

We're sat on the living room carpet, playing with the cats.

"Ah fuck!" Simon yelps, shaking his hand violently, "Marlo just bit me!"

"Don't blame him." I shrug, prying Mellow off of my jeans, "You're all stinky today." I grimace.

"Urm actually it's my hair that's stinky? Not the rest of me." Simon retorts sassily.

"That's not much better." I chuckle, standing up when the phone starts to ring. "Hello?" I say into the phone, laughing when Simon gets bitten again by my normally tame cat.

"Miss Matthews?" A concerned but slightly stern sounding voice replies.

"Yes? This is Delilah Matthews? Who is this?"

"North Manchester General Hospital."

My cheeks go red and my hands start to shake violently. I look over at Simon and send him a look which says 'Something really bad is happening and I think I'm going to go into meltdown mode'.

"Miss Matthews?"

"Yes I'm here." I stutter.

Is it Dad? Sian? Mum? My grandparents?

"Your sister Sian has been attacked. She's in intensive care currently and we have informed your parents. Would you like to come and visit her?"

Attacked? Intensive care?

"I'm coming." I hang up and grab my keys and jacket.

"Delilah?" Simon seems confused.

"It's Sian," I panic, throwing on my jacket, "she's been attacked."

:-:-:-:

Simon and I rush through the hospital, narrowly missing an anaesthetist wheeling a trolley smothered in rows and rows of needles.

My parents are sat on some crappy hospital chairs, my mum tapping her knee, dad dabbing his damp eyes.

"Oh, sweetheart," mum cries out, hugging me tight and then hugging Simon, "she's in an awful state."

"What happened?" I query anxiously, taking a seat next to my dad, holding back a sob.

"One of her clients... Just freaked out, stabbed her in the side." Dad explains, head in his hands. "They're been seeing to her liver, got seriously damaged."

Simon takes my hand in his, rubbing my knuckles reassuringly as I hold back tears.

Sian wouldn't want me to cry.

"Is she going to-" I can't even finish the dreaded sentence before I collapse into a fit of selfish tears. If anyone should be crying its Sian.

"No darling, she's not." Dad whispers, sounding agitated and nervous.

I tap my foot and watch as a nurse carrying a small clipboard starts to make her way down the corridor, moving directly towards us. "Matthews?" She questions, voice high pitched and too kind.

My mum stands up and nods. "We are."

"She's ready for you."

I leave Simon sitting in the waiting room, promising to be back soon, visiting hours end soon anyway.

I follow my parents into Sian's private room, where she is wired up to numerous huge scary looking machines, a tube helping her breathe, morphine being pumped into her fragile veins.

She smiles weakly, eyes drooping and exhausted. "What're you all looking at? You look like you've seen a ghost." She whispers hoarsely, throat dry and croaky.

I wipe my eyes and slide my shaking hands into my pockets. "You're right, you do look like shit." I chuckle half heartedly, earning a harsh glare from my mum.

Sian nods, "Not as shit as you."

I creep over to her bedside and take her hand in mine. "How did this happen?" I weep, stroking her hair.

She removes my hand and pats it affectionately. "Just a psycho client."

Just a psycho client?

"Lashed out. Has anger management issues." Sian whispers, face pale and harsh bags sitting underneath her usually bright grey eyes.

I admire so much about Sian, specifically her ability to act so calm and logistically in dire situations like this.

"My surgeon was so fit Dee, you wouldn't have believed it." Sian winks at me, trembling slightly.

"Really?"

"Really. I'm tempted to ask for his number when I'm out of this hellhole-" Sian begins to struggle slightly, grimacing and wincing in pain.

"Sian?" My dad rushes to her side, gripping her hand tightly.

"My stomach- it hurts-"

And then the nurse is ushering us out of the room, pressing the big red button beside the bed, and injecting Sian with some bright green substance.

I sob as I watch numerous men and women wearing crisp white coats pile into the room.

"Dee?" Si stands up when he sees me, rushing up and bringing me into his chest supportively. "What's going on?"

I don't answer, only sob into his shirt.

"The nurse says we need to leave." My dad stumbles on his words, "Come on team, let's go home."

Ooh finally a bit of drama...