Did She Make It To The Emergency Room ? ( Chris Motionless Fan Fiction)

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I was being shaken. I opened one eye, it was still dark and I could see the outline of Lyl. I sighed quietly, getting up off of my bed as not to wake a sleeping Chris beside me. I closed my door room behind me and followed Lyl. She walked out onto the second story balcony/deck type thing, a ladder was pressed up against the gutter, she climbed it, me climbing after her. The roof was all roofing tiles except for a flat square of concrete right on top. A blanket  and a few bottles along with pillows and other things were up here. Lyl picked up a vodka bottle and took a gulp, offering it to me. Why not ? I took a sip, the liquid burning on the way down. Lyl patted the spot beside where she'd sat, she'd made a makeshift bed out of multiple blankets and an old thin camping mattress we had, along with the pillows. "Nice." I nodded as she wrapped a blanket around me. "I thought he was seeing-" Lyl took a big gulp of some other alcohol, I let her. I've done this plenty of times to her.
"- another woman, I saw a few saucy messages on his phone, while he was in the shower and well I skipped to conclusions and I rang her yelling profanities at her and everything-" Another gulp.
"-Josh told me they were old, then tried to claim it didn't mean anything, that she was just an old friend- " Another gulp. "Josh came out of the shower half way through and yelled at me about how I shouldnt of gone through his phone in the first placeand gave me disgusting looks like I was nothing. He hates me Blaze, I hate him... I mean how could he ?! " She sobbed, lying her head across my lap. I sat up against the brick structure that surrounded the antenna, playing with her hair while she cried. "Well if it makes it any better I kinda punched him..." I mumbled. She sighed. "Of course you did." She took another sip. I took the bottle off her, "I think that's enough liquid courage for tonight." I said screwing the lid on and placing it slightly behind me. "He came to the house, I'm sure he doesn't hate you." I said, pulling her to sit up a bit more, she snuggled into my side. "You're the best." She giggled. I ran my hands over her back before she flung forward and vomited all over my legs and the blankets.
"Fuuuuuuck." I groaned. I helped her down and walked her to the downstairs bathroom, I didn't wanna wake Chris or Ricky. I stripped her down and made sure the water wasn't too hot before helping her in, along with her slight helping I got her cleaned up, she sobered up a little to walk better but really nothing else. I helped her to her room, placing painkillers and a bottle of water next to her bed for the morning, making sure the curtains were closed securely before leaving. I walked back to my room with a heap. I sit on the bed and pull off my vomit soaked black upside down cross covered long pajama pants.
"You smell like someone vomited on you." I heard Chris say. "Shit. Sorry I didn't mean to wake you." I sighed. "And that's because someone did." I said, chucking my pants so they landed next to my washing hamper.
"You've got it on more than your pants." Chris said, showing me my hair. Uhg. "Do you mind if I shower ?" I asked. "Of corse not ! It's your house." He said like it was the most ridiculous thing to ask. "Buuuuuut." He smirked. Oh god. "Only if I can join, nothing sexual I just yeaaah..." He mumbled out the end. "As long as there's nothing sexual." I warned. "I swear." He said putting his hand over his heart. I made sure the water was the right temperature before hoping in, Chris following not to far behind. He washed my hair and I washed his. Cleaning ourselves before he leant down and kissed my cheek. "You're so beautiful." He whispered, rubbing his hand across the scars on my stomach.
I kissed his lips gently before turning off the taps and grabbing my towel, handing Chris a spare one. Pushing him out of the bathroom so I could change. I got into new pajamas, consisting of Chris' shirt and my underwear, along with some thigh high black socks.
I walked out of the bathroom with my hair in a towel. Chris wolf whistled quietly "Looks better on you than it ever has me." He came over placing his hands on my hips. A towel hung low on his hips. I excused myself, going to my fathers drawers before coming back. "They've never been warn, dad doesn't like them, they'll be a bit big but-" I shrugged  "-better than nothing." I said handing Chris the sweat pants before going to lie on my side of the bed. Chris towel drying his hair before joining me on the bed. He tangled his fingers through mine and I cuddled up at his side before falling into a peaceful sleep.