Fighting for Love (COMPLETED)(EDITED)

Chapter 7

I get back to the hospital and go to Bree's room again. I sit in the chair next to her bed and go over everything that's happened since I met her. She's so strong. She goes through all of this to 'save' an asshole. I know Adam wouldn't do it. The pills he was taking weren't even pills. They were mints. He's just trying to do everything he can to keep Bree. I see why. She's beautiful, strong yet fragile, brave, and kind hearted. I reach out and grab her hand in mine. I hold it and keep looking at it. It was pale and bruised, yet cold and soft. I get lost in my thoughts when I look up to her face. I see her long eyelashes flutter open and look around.

Brianne's P.O.V.
I open my eyes, confused of where I am. I take a deep breath and can smell bleach and cleaners and I know I'm at the hospital. I hear the beeping of the machines attached to me and then I feel all the pain in my body. I wince at all the pain and the bright hospital lights weren't helping my headache. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to block out the pain, when I feel someone's thumb brushing against mine. I look down and see Scott sitting there. He had bruises and cuts in his face but he still look amazing. I know I've only known him for a week but I can feel myself falling for him. I smile but it hurts.

"Easy Bree." I smile again at how concerned he is. "The doctors say you have a broken wrist, a concussion and some stitches because of the glass. You'll be okay but need to take it easy."

"What about you? Are you okay?"

"Well I'm sitting here aren't it?" He chuckles and I smile.

"True. But did you get hurt." I say playfully rolling my eyes.

"I'm okay. Small concussion and hurt ribs. I'll be fine though."

"What happened?" I ask. I don't remember anything. Just a car hitting us and that's it.

"Well, Adam was drinking and driving and he hit us head on. He WASN'T hurt." He said. Emphasizing the 'wasn't'. "After I made sure you were okay, I went down to the scene of the accident and had a talk with Adam. If he talks to your or touches you, tell me. Okay?"

"Okay....but w-what if he does it?" He knew what I was talking about and he shakes his head.

"Remember when he took those pills? They were fake. He's just trying to keep you. Don't let him. He's dangerous. You're in the hospital because of him. I want to keep you safe."

"Okay." Was all I could say. I've been going through abuse just so he wouldn't die and he wasn't even going to do it? I go through all of this to try and save him and he just keeps hurting me over and over again. I can't believe I fell for his games and believed he would do that.

"Hey, you need to get some rest and heal better. Do you want me to stay?"

I really did want him to stay. I didn't want to be alone so I slowly nod my head hoping he wouldn't mind. "What about home? Have you talked to your mom?"

He shook his head and looked down. "Mom isn't home, hasn't been home in a while, she's gone on a business trip."

I look up. "Mine too." And he looks at me with an 'I'm sorry' face and gives a soft smile.

"So you want me to stay with you?"

I bit my lip, a habit I do when I'm nervous. "Yeah, if you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind. I'll just ask for some blankets and pillows and a cot."

I do a happy dance in my head. I was so happy that he was staying with me. Bad circumstances, but at least I have him through it.

It was starting to get late and I was getting tired. I couldn't sleep however. Hospitals always make me uncomfortable. I look over at Scott laying down and I could see he was having troubles sleeping too. I slowly sit up and whisper. "Hey Scott, are you asleep?"

He rolls over "no, it hard to fall asleep on this tiny thing." And I realize his feet are hanging off the bottom. I giggle a little and scoot over making room And pat the bed next to me.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm 100% sure." 

He grabs his pillow and sits on the bed next me carefully making sure not to bump me. I didn't mind. Honestly, I wanted him closer. It must have been my medicine making me a little loopy I guess but i carefully roll over and lay my head on his shoulder and burry my face into his neck. I feel him tense up, but then relax and put an arm around me, pulling me closer.

Let's just say despite the pain and the annoying smell and beeps of the hospital. I had the best sleep of my life. I felt safe and secure in his arms and I never wanted morning to come.

Scott's P.O.V.
I was shocked when Bree asked me to come to bed with her but I got up because 1.) I was very uncomfortable on the tiny cot and 2.) I would be close to Bree. What am I saying? I can't like Bree like that. Especially not yet. I just got out of a relationship with Leslie and I can't just go from girl to girl like that. I used to do that and I look back at that regret it. I was even more shocked when she rolled next to me and buried her face into my neck. I cautiously wrapped my arms around her, careful not to bump the wires and cuts. I couldn't sleep, I was so comfortable but I was scared I'd roll on her and hurt her. I just focused on her light breaths on my neck and I knew she was asleep. I don't know what time it was but sleep finally took over me. I never wanted to let her go. Was I falling for her?