Lauren was a sweet patient at Journey Village hospital in Great Lake, but also a recovering addict from the Orange County Rehabilitation Center, and her nurse Normani was just as great. Soon Lauren got better and she went back home, but she really m...
Right now I'm sitting in Lauren's room, watching her sleep as the machines beeped relentlessly.
I just have one question: why?
She hadn't mentioned anything bad to me, so I wouldn't think of her doing anything like this. She's been as bright as day to me. I have to see if someone can explain this, I'm going to text Dinah.
Normani🥛: 11:30am- heyy, earlier when you came to the hospital, did Lauren tell you why she tried to commit suicide
Dinah🐚: 11:32am- yeah I know why,, she told me everyone in her family turned against her and sent her messages calling her a liar after she told her mother about her pedo father
Normani💙🥛:11:34am- oh
Damn, now it's starting to get to me. But why didn't she tell me? I would've been there for her, maybe my conscious was right 'she doesn't like me, she just doesn't'.
I started to get pumped as I saw Lauren eyes slowly flutter open. It gave me such relief as I saw the Cuban's green eyes clearly.
"Normani?" She grunted as she struggled to sit up. I help her with a grin, "hey, cutie."
She flashed a smile, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, it's just- there's a lot going on right now and I really didn't want to talk about it."
"I understand, but I would've been there for you anyway."
She smiled and touched my hand. Which acaused mine to shake as her soft hand intertwined with mine. "Promise you'll let me be there for you next time?" "I promise."
She raises our locked hands up and kissed mine. Wait, maybe my conscious was wrong? It's confusing me now!
//The Next Day//
Lauren's pov
Today, Dinah wanted to treat me to breakfast to talk about what I did. I didn't want to at first but I agreed after awhile because I wanted to get this off my chest. Right now I'm getting ready.
Lauren's outfit
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After I was done, I told Normani and left out, time to talk.
"Alright, explain to me a little more bc you weren't specific and I wanna be there for you."
"Alright," I sighed nervously. "I told my mother, she was like 'my fathers not that type of person' and 'I know you don't like him but you don't have to lie', shit like that. I just don't get how she doesn't see it, he hugs for long amount of time and kisses me a little inappropriately. I think that woman needs glasses."
We shared a chuckle and then I continued.
"Then I started getting messages from my mom's siblings and my dads siblings, I don't even want to call them my aunts and uncles. Then I got text from my father. He was saying how he was right about no one believing me, and I got another thing coming."
Dinah just sat there silently, which both of her fists pushing her cheeks upwards, making her face squished. "Damn, you got a lot going on," she chuckled.
I did the reciprocal, "tell me about it!"
We shared a laugh then switched the topic.
~7:56pm~
I walk inside to see Normani on the couch one her phone, eating walnuts.
"Hey, you're back." She said as she hugged me while I was taking a seat next to her. "Yeah, talking about it really helps. Care to listen."
She clears her apps and locks her phone. "I'm all ears," she said as she set her phone on the coffee table. Then that's how the conversation started.
It's like wherever I'm with Normani, I'm feel the urge to tell her everything, well almost everything. Everything except my feelings, I don't think I'll ever be able to tell her, I don't know why, I think because of my fear of rejection.
