Wherever You Go [Katy Perry Fan fiction]

Chapter Twenty

I gently move myself as my body begins to wake up. It’s then that I’m reminded of what’s happened when a sharp pain enters my side. My eyes shoot open, only to be met by the shocking light that seeps in through a gap in the window blinds. It makes me jump slightly.

“Crap,” I mumble, holding a hand firmly over the bandage covered wound in my stomach.

When I feel around me, hoping that my hand will come into contact with the feel of warmth and flesh, I realize that it’s just air and a cold end of the pillow.

I suck in a sharp breath of air as I attempt to move myself along the bed, feeling my side start to ache since I had been laid on it all night. I'm careful to watch the drip that's still in my hand, and use the tiny bit of strength I have in my body to move myself slightly.

"Careful careful!"

I turn my head at the sound of my mother's voice. She hurries towards me, placing her plastic cup, which I'm sure was filled with coffee, down on the table beside me.

Her hand quickly holds onto my arm as she helps me to shuffle myself. My mom looks at me, concerned.

"I go out of the room for five minutes and you're doing yourself damage," she chuckles, running a hand through her hair tiredly. "You're going to kill me one day, I swear."

I shake my head, "You really don't have to worry so much, you know," I tell her, and before she says anything else, I continue, "where did you go anyway? I woke up and I was on my own."

Her eyes soften. Her hand holds softly onto mine. "I'm sorry sweet heart. I was as quick as I could be. I went to call your dad and tell him you're awake, then I got a coffee on the way back."

I just nod and lay my head back against the pillow, not having enough energy to keep my head up for much longer.

"Where is he?" I ask my mom as she sits down on the chair beside my bed.

"He was here most of the night last night, but Luke wouldn't settle with Tam so he had to leave to sort him out. Both me and him weren't allowed to stay overnight anyway, just one of us the doctors said, but he probably knew there was no chance I'd leave your side."

I just watch as she sips on the hot liquid in her cup, steam rising and sticking to her skin above her lip, making it turn shiny as it evaporated into water. One of her hands still held onto mine, and as I looked at her more carefully, I was able to notice her smaller than normal eyes, the redness beneath them and how tear stained her cheeks were. She noticed me watching her.

“You’ve been crying,” I say.

My mom just gives me a small smile, before replying with, “I’m fine.”

I started to wonder if there was something I didn’t know. Maybe the doctors had said something.

“Is something wrong?”

She quickly shakes her head at my question. I feel a slight amount of pressure added to my hand as she squeezes it. “No babe, nothing’s wrong. I was on the phone to your dad telling him how you woke up last night and I just got a bit emotional.” She giggles, “Tears of happiness kiddo, don’t worry.”

We sit there for a little while, not saying anything, but just enjoying each other’s company.  It was a good time for each of us to just feel thankful for one another, and to feel blessed that everything in our lives has turned out the way it had.

She strokes the top of my hand with her thumb as she holds it between both of her own. The feeling of her thumb then disappears when it runs over the bandage that protects the drip in my hand, and after a couple of seconds the soft feel reappears. She does it continuously. It’s comforting, and everything is just calm for the moment. There’s no worries and there’s no fear, just me and my mom, sat in a room, together.