The Girl With The Dying Heart•Laurmani[COMPLETED]

Twenty Two

Normani

It had worked.

The surgery had worked but now Lauren was in even more pain than she was before. It was about midnight when they had completed the procedure. I was at the hotel with Chris and Taylor when they called.

Clara and Michael had insisted that I take them to the hotel so they could get some rest and that they would call me when it was done.

They had so much hope. They were so sure it was going to work, and so was I. I didn't think there was anyway it wouldn't work. It looked so promising, and now my girlfriend was laying on the hospital bed, rating her pain on a scale from one to five. She looked angry and tired but I was completely happy because she was okay.

"Is twenty a fucking acceptable answer?! What the hell did you do to me!" Lauren yelled as the nurse tried to calm her.

"Just breathe Lauren. It's going to be okay. Now, please just give me the rating. I'm required to ask so I can determine how much the morphine needs to be adjusted," the nurse spoke as Lauren glared and shook her head.

"Please. I'd rather be in pain than have any more of that shit in my system," she complained and the nurse sighed, giving a small shake of her head.

"I'm going to up it since you said the pain was a twenty even though it was from one to five."

"No! I don't want it!"

"It's going to make the pain go away!"

Lauren just glared at the nurse, giving her the nastiest look she could muster as the older woman went out of the room.

"How are you feeling?" I finally asked, watching as her expression softened when she looked at me. "And I'm not talking about the pain."

"Pretty shitty babe. They cut me open, stuck a bunch of needles in me, and it worked but damn does it hurt!" She exclaimed and I sighed as I stood up, making sure not to look at the nurse who had came back in to adjust the morphine.

"Lauren, please don't be so loud," I requested and she sighed, pressing her hand to her forehead as she furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you okay?" I asked and she shook her head as she reached her free hand towards me.

"Hold it, please." I wrapped both my hands around it as she squeezed her forehead. "I feel dizzy and sick," she spoke, her left hand squeezing roughly as I watched the nurse leave. I felt bad for Lauren. The drug didn't seem to be helping her as she leaned her head back.

I just stood there, waiting till she finally looked up at me, her eyes struggling to stay open. "I'm sorry I'm being a bitch. It worked. I should be thankful," she apologized, grasping onto both of my hands now as I shook my head, looking down at her sadly.

"Lauren they said that it would hurt but that it's worth it. You're okay now. You're going to be fine."

"Yeah well I wish they would've told me that before. This fucking sucks." I sighed as I chuckled and leaned down, kissing her forehead.

"Be glad. Soon, we'll go home and everything will be fine. The pain will leave with time."

"Can we get ice cream when we go back? These people won't let me have any," she requested and I grinned, nodding my head yes.

"Of course. Anything for you baby girl." She smiled contently as I pressed a kiss to her hand. It was silent for a few minutes as I just stood there, watching as her eyes flickered around, beginning to become heavier and heavier with each blink.

Just as I thought she was about to fall asleep, she looked directly at me. "Can you make me a promise babe?" She looked kind of nervous as I nodded. "So now that I'm okay, will you promise me that you won't leave me? I know that being with a sick person is kind of a commitment of its own. People don't leave because they don't want to make it worse for the other person. But please promise me that this is real. Even though I'm okay, you'll never leave."