Trauma ➸ Audrey Jensen [1]

13 ➸ believer

thirteen ; believer

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AUDREY

I rested my head against her slowly moving chest, wrapping my arm around her and holding her as close as possible to me. Her arm was sprawled out, revealing all of the scars on her arm.

I listened to her heart beat slowly against my chin as I watched her, admiring her beauty.

You lie upon this broken girl, and you know what you feel. You know you're willing to break your promises and love her. You want to keep her safe. You love her, but you can't say it.

The doctor had been in the room for only a few seconds, and the room was filled with the sounds of pen scratching on a piece of paper. "She's doing better. We should probably get her to inpati—"

"No, please. Please don't take her away from me, I promise I'll keep her safe," I said, jumping off of Harley so I could beg this doctor to let her stay with me. I couldn't lose her.

The doctor sighed. "I am sorry, miss. We can't let her go after such an emotional breakdown such as this one. If you want her safe, then she should be in the inpatient facility."

"I love her, god damnit!" I yelled suddenly, startling the doctor. My anger had frightened him, and I had hoped Harley wasn't hearing this. I didn't know if I was ready to say I love you. "She is my everything. I am going to keep her safe. She needs me! Not some stupid fucking therapy everyday, and not being able to come home."

The doctor placed his clip board down on the counter top, thinking for a moment. "Don't tell anyone, got it? I could get fired, because I'm not supposed to do this," he sighed, writing a discharge paper and signing his name down on the bottom. I let out a sigh of relief, thankful that she would be with me. I'm going to keep you safe, Harley. I promise.

He threw a bag of clothes brought from her house, telling me it was my job to help her change. Well, shit.

The doctor stopped at the door, turning back with a small sliver of hope in his eyes. Why is he doing this? "I am trusting you, miss Jensen. I am trusting that you will keep her alive and happy," he told me, walking a long right after.

"A—Aud—rey?"

I spun around on my feet, meeting my gaze with Harley's open eyes. She looked confused and scared, but she hadn't looked this relieved to see me in a while. "Hey!" I smiled, approaching the hospital bed with the bag of clothes in my hand.

I placed it in front of her, but she was still confused and scared. I opened the bag, revealing a sweatshirt and leggings that had been brought from her home. She had only been recovering for two days, therefore she was weak. "I uh... I have to help you get these on," I said, awkwardly. Harley gulped, sitting up slowly. She put too much pressure on her leg wound, and she winced slightly before I pulled her up. This is going to be painfully awkward.

We walked to the bathroom, locking the door behind us. I gave her an awkward smile before attempting to take off the hospital gown. She closed her eyes, letting me slip the item off her body. I kept my eyes off of her, wanting her to be comfortable.

The item folded up around her feet on the floor, as I handed her a bra. "Audrey, I can barely move my arms," she complained, showing me how painful it was due to her blood loss. I sighed, turning her around.