Only you/Jesse Lingard (C)

Fight my corner

Mias POV:
I was wheeled into the hospital. I don't remember anything. All I know is I went into theatre and I'm out now. My brother paid for a private hospital, unidentified by press, just to keep the stress off me. If I woke up and was surrounded by cameras I would rightfully freak out. 

I woke up about 12 hours later. The knife was out of my shoulder and I was fully bandaged up. I looked around the room to see the football on tv, it was Pogbas game. And Kieran and Kyle were watching it. Jesse was asleep by my bed, tightly gripping my hand and Marcus was awake. I couldn't see anyone else.

I tried to sit up and Marcus clocked on.
'Shhhh, don't move.' He Said putting his hand under my neck and lowering me back down.
'Wheres Kylie?' I Asked. It hurt to speak but I didn't want to be silent any longer.
'Do you want to see her?' He Asked. And I nodded.
'Let me call her for you.' He smiled squeezing my hand and leaving the room.

I looked down at my boyfriend. His eyes were red. I know this was the first time he had slept but I didn't want to wake him up. I placed my hand on his head and moved it around abit, until it was on his cheek.
Kyle came over and kissed my cheek.
'I'm glad your alright.' He Smiled.
'I heard you giggling at me.' I smiled thinking back to when I was laying against the wall, the knife pointing towards me.

'It was a good one.' He smirked.
'No it wasn't, you could have died.' Said Kieran walking up beside him.
'But I didn't.' I winked.
He really wasn't in the mood. I could see they hadn't slept and they were relying on coffee.
'Don't drink anymore of that.' I Said pointing to the cup in his hand.
He looked at me.
'Kieran you got a match soon, very soon and relying on false energy is gonna kill you on that pitch. Do it for me?' I Asked.
He smiled slightly and put it down on the side.
We spoke for abit longer and they made their way back over to the tv.

A few minutes later Jesse was awake. He saw my eyes open, looking down at him. And he began to cry again.
'Jess, it's fine I'm here.' I said clutching his hand.
'Why did you go?' He asked looking up at me.  I patted a space on my bed and he laid down next to me.  His face on mine.
'I overheard you and Marcus speaking, you told him it was Frank, who made the video and he admitted it. I went to speak to him, before I could speak to you. I was scared Jess that you wouldn't want me, after I totally freaked out over something that wasn't even real. I was coming back from Nando's with Kieran, and we were getting harassed about the press. And that's what they wouldn't stop talking about. You shouldn't have come to get me. I would've been fine.' I Said.

He looked up angrily. His jaw clenched.
'Yes, it was him, who made it. You know you can always speak to me sweet, I love you and it wasn't an overreaction. I would've been the same. I will always want you. No matter what happens, no matter how big or small the argument, you'll always be mine.' He said placing his hand on my face, and wiping away a tear.

'And don't you dare tell me you would have been fine Mia. If we got there any later I wouldn't be here speaking to you. You know it. Please just accept my help. If only once, take it now.' He Said desperately. I looked away.
'Nobody hurts my girl and if Marcus didn't find out where you were, you would be dead.' He said putting his nose on mine.

'I'm sorry.' I Said kissing him on the lips.
'Please don't apologise to me, focus on getting better. We need you, I need you.' He Said kissing me again.
'Go and get some sleep.' I Said moving my face away from his. He shook his head.
I could tell he didn't want to leave me, I mean when he did I ended up here. 'Please, I've got these two.' I Said pointing to the two K's. He looked at them.
'That's what worries me.' He smiled slightly.
'Off you go.' I Said letting go of his hand.
He was shaking.
'Do not do that to me again, promise?' He Asked.
I just smiled.
He looked disappointed.
'I fight my corner.' I Said shrugging. 

'No, I fight your corner, your not getting hurt anymore. I'd rather it be me than you.' He said kissing me and heading towards the door.
'But id rather it be me than you.' I whispered as the door swung shut. I did.