(miya's p.o.v)
I was sitting in the waiting room with Carl and the rest of the Gallagher's. We were waiting for news about Kate. Why would she take all of those pills? I just can't see her hating her life so much that she would want to end it. She seemed so happy.
I rested my head in my hands. None of this seems real. Maybe this is all just a dream. Maybe I'm not really here and this really isn't happening.
Yes it is. It is really happening and I just need to deal with it. Everytime I get rid of one problem something bad always has to happen again. Instead this time it isn't about me. It's about my sister. How could I be so blind? I've been spending so much time with Carl and dealing with my own stupid shit I never paid any attention to Kate. I feel like such a terrible person.
"Kate Henderson," a doctor asked, walking into the waiting room. I jolted right up and jogged her way.
"I'm her little sister, Miya," I said.
"Are there any legal guardians? Older family members?"
"No, i-it's just m-me," I stuttered to find words, terrified of what she might say.
"Oh, well I'm Dr. Sams. You're sister overdosed on what looks like antidepressants. Do you know what she was taking them for?" Are you kidding me, you take antidepressants when you have depression. What the hell else are you suppose to take them for? Good God.
"She's had really bad depression her whole life. It's gotten better ove rthe years, though. She's seemed really happy lately," I explained to the doctor.
"I see. Well, it looks like there wasn't enough in the bottle to kill her. But we want to keep her here for a few days to see how she recovers." I let out a long breathe of relief as I fell into Carl's arms.
She's okay. She's going to be okay.
"Thank you. When can we see her," I asked.
"Well, she's sleeping now. So, how about you come back sometime tomorrow morning," she suggested.
"Okay, thanks again," I shook the doctors hand as she walked back through the door she came out of.
"Is she okay? What did the doctor say," Lip stood right up once he saw me turn back around into the waiting room.
"She's gonna make it. She said she's sleeping right now and we should come back in the morning," I said. He let out a big sigh of relief.
"That's great. You wanna ride home," he asked me. I nodded my head and we all left the hospital.
•••
"Here's a towel," Carl said as he walked into his room where I was sitting on his bed.
"Thanks," I grabbed the towel out of his hand and made my way to the bathroom.
"I left a t-shirt and some sweatpants in there for you."
"Okay, thanks," I repeated. I walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I turned the knob and waited for the water to get hot. Then, I stripped myself and hopped in.
Hot showers like this are the ones I love to think in. The water just washes away all of my thoughts, I guess. It relaxes me. But, I still can't stop thinking of my sister. She hasn't been suicidal depressed since she was in 5th grade. I wonder if something happened between her and Lip or if it was about me? If was about me, what did I do to her that hurt her so bad she wanted to kill herself? What if she had a fight with Lip or something? God, this is all just so fucked up and confusing as hell.
I decided to push the rest of my thoughts away for the rest of the night and just relax. I can figure everything out in the morning when I get to the hospital.
I washed my hair and my body quickly then got out, dried my hair, then put on the clothes Carl put out for me. I picked up my towel and dirty clothes and carried them back to Carl's room.
"Hey, where do you want these," I asked, lifted up the towel and dirty clothes.
"I'll take them," he got up from his bed and grabbed the clothes from my hands. "Do you need anything else?"
"I'm just gonna grab a glass of water."
"Oh, I'll get it for you," he suggested.
"No, it's okay. You don't have to do everthing for me, Carl. I really appreciate it. But, I want you to relax. Get out of those clothes and into something comfortable. I love you, okay," I leaned in and softly pressed my lips against his right cheek.
I quietly made my way downstairs into the kitchen where Lip was sitting at the table smoking a cigarette.
"Hey," I said, making my way to the cabinet with all the cups.
He just nods his head. He looked like he was in deep thought. I don't want to interrupt that thought, so I continued making a glass of water, quietly.
I took the glass out of the cabinet and filled it up with tap water. I took a sip and then started back up the stairs.
"I'm sorry," I heard Lip whisper before I got to the first step. "I'm so sorry." His voice was soft and raspy.
"It's not your fault," I said, turning back around to face him.
"Yes it is. I treat her like all she is, is a good fuck. But, she's so much more than that," his voice cracked and I could tell he was trying his hardest not to cry.
"Yeah, she is," I made my way over to him. "But, I don't think she thought that. I mean, have you guys talked about what you are, yet?"
"Not exactly. But, I know I want to be something more with her. She's different than all the other girls I've ever been with."
"How so?" I took another sip othe my water.
"She doesn't just do it for the sex and she doesn't take care of me without permission. She doesn't expect anything either. She's so beautiful and kind and caring and just perfect in every single way. Don't get me started on her morning smile. I could talk about her morning smile all night."
I smiled at what he said because it's all true. Sometimes I'm jealous at how beautiful my sister is compared to me.
"Yeah, she is. But, she likes you. A lot, Lip. I think she wants to be something more, too. You can talk to her about it in the morning. Now, get some sleep," I got up and gave him a hug and then made my way back upstairs again.
I took another swig of my water and then set it down on the dresser next to Carl's bed. Then, I curled up in the bed next to him. His back was facing me, so I wrapped my arms around his. I heard a few sniffles before he turned around the face me.
"What's wrong," I said. "Why are you crying, baby." I wiped the tears off his cheeks with my thumb and looked him in the eyes.
"I've never seen you like that before," he said.
Like what, I asked myself.
"Never seen my like what?"
"You looked so heart broken and scared. It hurt me to see you look like that."
"I'm fine. Don't cry over me, okay?"
He nodded his head and I softly pressed my lips against his. He wrapped his arms around me and I laid my head on his chest. Then, we both drifted off to sleep.
