Northern Stars Are Flaming

Talk To Me

Christine fell asleep and Stevie slid out of the bed and fetched the bag that was from the chemist, tipping it out and trying to read all the products but nothing was hardly there on them, she just felt bad as she stared at the bed and Christine stirred whimpering and curling up, her face crinkling up "Chrissy!" Stevie exclaimed and reached out at her.

Christine flickered her eyes open and reached out at Stevie "Hon, I'm ok!" She lied, wincing.

"You are not, why cant you tell me, why are you taking antibiotics and painkillers for and what is this cream?" Stevie asked holding it up I front of her lover. 

Christine shook her head "Please get  me some food, love, I hate asking but I'm supposed to rest and eat with the pills, lets just forget it, say I fell of a horse!" She laughed.

"Its not a joke!"

"To me it is, don't you want to get me food?" Christine asked, batting her eyelashes. 

"Its fine Chris, its the least I can do!" Stevie stated getting back up.

"I will make up for it, just today really stressed me, like John stated too, I never have been examined like that, because I never wanted to know if I had cancer like my Mum did, I don't want to put anyone through it if I did, I don't want to know, I'd rather overdose or shoot myself, I don't want to go through that shit!" Christine stated, on the edge of tears.

Stevie felt worried "Chris, just because your mother left us from it, doesn't mean if you had it, that you would die!" Stevie stated.

"Please get me some food!" Christine said shakily rolling over in the bed.

Stevie nodded and kissed her cheek then left the room feeling bad for Christine, but she was too high still to even know how to act and she felt like a shit girlfriend.

Christine heard her girlfriend go down the stairs and started sobbing as she drowned in the pain and worry, clutching a pillow, regretting how she hadn't just been honest when she has sex with Stevie. She felt stupid, Stevie was the most loving person she met and she had been too stoned to  be honest about how much it hurt.   She felt like an idiot and was only angry at herself as she forced herself from the bed.

Stevie made her way downstairs and was soon in the kitchen, finding John swigging beer "Are you still here?"

"You hurt my wife, of course I am!" He sighed heavily.

"John I said I didn't want to fight over it, how would you feel if your dumb penguin cock hurt her, wouldn't you feel bad?" Stevie snapped angrily in a low hiss.

"But I didn't, you hurt her with some fake monster cock!" John snapped "Christine is a confused a woman too, she loves you and you hurt her, she cant even walk Stevie!" John exclaimed angry at the state of his wife.

"Do you want me to go kill myself over this, if she didn't need caring for, I just might ok!" Stevie hissed and John felt bad, realising how upset Stevie was and he imagined how bad she would feel.

"I'm just upset because she is lying, I think you damaged her with that thing Steph!" John stated.

"Piss of John, do you want to keep making me feel worse, what do you want from me, you want Christine, well she isn't an object, she belongs to herself only!" Stevie stated and John did feel bad as he saw Stevie's teary brown eyes.

"I love her Stevie, she could never love me because she is a lesbian and she always told me she thought she was!" John stated, swigging back the rest of his beer. 

"I love her too John, so stop making me feel worse!" Stevie sighed and he nodded.

"Alright, I just hate she is hurting like that!" He cringed.

Stevie gritted her teeth, making a quick marmalade sandwich and then a cinnamon butter one "I am taking her food, I hate she is hurting too okay, I actually do love her!" 

John nodded and focused on his beer "I will ix the door okay!" 

"Good!" Stevie muttered making her way up the stairs, rolling her eyes in annoyance and John got up to fix the door, Stevie made her way back into the room and found Christine crying on the bed "Songbird, what happened?" She asked almost dropping the plate.

"I'm an idiot Steph, its my fault!"

"What is?" Stevie asked, nearing the bed and placing the plates on the bed.

"It hurts so much!" She whimpered.

"Chris, what hurts?" Stevie asked.

"The stitches Stevie, they fucking hurt so much!" Christine gulped, she had gotten high and was still in pain. 

"You needed stitches?" Stevie stammered feeling nauseous.