*****the ending gets...dirty...so anyone who doesn't like those parts can just skip over it.***
Bree's P.O.V.
I've been in here for forever it feels like. I can't move and I can't open my eyes but I can hear everything around me. I hear faint sniffles of someone in the room. Probably Scott. He's the only one who cares. I know he's been stopping by my room everyday for several hours. He would talk to me. Tell me how his day went. Tell me how much he misses me and how much he loves me. I wish I could tell him everything I felt. Hell I wish I could tell him everything that happened. He told me that it's his fault but it's not. It's not his fault at all. I try so hard to open my eye or move my hand so he will know I'm okay. The doctors told him I'm in a medical induced coma so my body can heal fast but all I wanted to do right now was tell Scott how much I need him. Why does this have to happen to me?
Scott's P.O.V.
I hope she can hear every word I say. I want her to know how much I love her and how much I miss her. She needs to be strong for me. I need her so bad. She's like a drug to me. I'm addicted to her. Without her, I go insane. I can slowly feel myself go crazier and crazier without her. Is been 2 weeks. I've done nothing. I go to school. I come to the hospital. I cry and talk to my Bree and go to sleep on a cot beside her bed. I wake up ; go to school ; cycle repeats. I'm on my way back to Bree's hospital room to talk to her again. Hopefully she doesn't get annoyed with me always coming in and talking but I don't really have anyone else to talk to. I love her. She's my everything. Tears well up in my eyes again as I imagine my life without her. I never cry. Especially over a girl. But I love her so much....she can't leave! I kiss her forehead and lay down on my cot. I'm physically exhausted. She needs to wake up! I haven't slept in a while but I've tried. I lay there on the cot in the dark and think about everything. Everything as in Bree, because she IS my everything. I finally, almost, drift off to sleep when I hear a stir in the room.
Bree's P.O.V.
I wake up. It was dark. Where am I? I thought I was in the hospital? I smelled the air and it smelled of cleaning supplies. Yep. Totally at the hospital. I look at the little table beside the hospital bed but it hurts my neck to turn. How long have I been out? The clock read 3:00 am. I painfully turn my neck to look over at someone laying in a cot. Someone I've been wanting to SEE since I was taken. Scott! I try to say his name but it come out more chocked and muted than anything. Scott turns around and look at me. He jumps up and hugs me in a tight hug. I could feel his tears run down my hospital gown. I start crying too and look at him.
"Brianne! I love you!" I smile at this and try to choke out 'I love you too.' But it doesn't come out.
"It's okay Bree. You need a drink?" Not even attempting to speak again, I nod my head yes several times to get my point across. He smiles and presses the button beside my bed. A couple minutes go by of Scott and I crying and hugging until a nurse came in and smiled at me.
"Hello Brianne. How are you feeling?"
I smile and look at Scott, knowingly and he turns to the nurse.
"She needs water." He says.
"I figured she would so I brought one." She smiled sweetly at me and handed me that bottle. After downing down 1/2 the bottle, I screw the cap back on and tell her thank you.
"How long have I been here?" I ask.
"Honey, you've been here about 2 weeks." She reply's.
"When can I go home?" I ask, hoping to not sound too rude.
"Well since it's so late, we will have check you tomorrow and make sure everything is okay and healing correctly and once everything is okay, you can go home. Try and get some rest." She says the last sentence, eyeing Scott, since I'm assuming he didn't sleep much based on how much he talked to me. She smiles once again and left Scott and I in the room.
"How you feeling Bree?"
"I'm okay, I can't believe this happened." I shake my head.
"Me either. Want to go to sleep?"
"Haha funny. I've been asleep for 2 weeks!" I remark, punching his shoulder, laughing. He rolls his eyes at me like always.
"Bree, now that I know you're okay, I can finally sleep....do you mind if I sleep some?"
"Not at all." I smile and lay back on my bed, patting the spot beside me for him to come. He smiles and once again, we find ourselves laying together in a hospital bed. Again. I smile. Despite how I was 'asleep' for 2 weeks, I felt exhausted. I snuggled into Scott, avoiding my wound and fall asleep quickly.
>>>>>
"Good morning!" A happy nurse came in, waking Scott and I up. "I figured since you've been here for 2 weeks about, I figured you'd want out of here ASAP so If it's okay with you, I will just check your bullet hole, heart rate and blood pressure."
"Okay." I nod, groggily.
30 minutes later. Painful. Minutes later. She was done cleaning my would and checking me up. Everything was fine ; considering I had a bullet hole in my stomach. I sign my papers and Scott wheels me out to the car. I don't know WHY we have to be in a wheel chair to leave? I could walk fine. He pulls the car up and we get into the car and drive home.
We get home and before I can get out of the truck, Scott comes around and carries my to the front door and takes me inside. I couldn't WAIT to take a shower. I look at Scott and realize how much of a mess he really was. Looks like he hasn't showered in days and his hair was messy an sticking out everywhere. He had big bags under his eyes and there was some blood splattered on his shoes. I don't know if it was mine or Adams but I prefer to not know.
"Hey, I'm going to take a shower." Scott says.
"Ugh!"
"What princess?"
"I was going to take one!" I whine.
"WE could take one." He winks. I roll my eyes and take his hand, pulling him into the bathroom. I've missed him. Plus, it's not like it hasn't happened before.
We get into the bathroom and I take off my shirt and pants, leaving me in only my bra and panties, revealing my bullet hole. Scott looks at it and looks down. He looked as if he was ready to cry. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close. I leave a kiss on his lips and I think it made him feel a little better because he kissed back excitedly. I could tell he missed this just as much as I did. I reaches below my butt and lifts me onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist. Once we're done and shower, we get out and wrap up in towels. Not even bothering to get dressed, we get into bed and snuggle into the blankets and each other. He pulls me on top of him and I straddle him and lay my head down on his chest. I fell asleep listening to his heart beat and I couldn't be happier.
YOU ARE READING
Fighting for Love (COMPLETED)(EDITED)
Teen Fiction"Well just for that, I'll show you abuse." He says and before I could react, he punches me. Hard. I was pissed. Even though I haven't had ALL my training. I figured I should at least try SOMETHING. Before he could hit again, I pull my fist back and...
