What's Wrong With Her? [COMPLETED]

THIRTY

THIRTY

[Elle's POV]

I hadn't slept, even though I had been placed laying down on the bed. It had been hours, hours since I had seen Alex being carried lifelessly in Noah's arms.

I could hear voices, but they still seemed distant and I couldn't make out words or people.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and someone shaking me, "Elle," a quiet voice says, "Elle,"

I blink once, but don't say anything.

"Elle," the voice speaks again, I can't make out who it is,

"Go away" my voice is croaky when I speak.

"Elle, Alex is asking for you."

My ears prick up and I blink. Alex?

"He wants to speak to you Elle," the voice speaks again,

I feel someone grab my arm and pull me up. I sat sat up onto the bed. Ethan comes into my eye-line, "Come on,"

"He's not dead?"

Ethan shook his head, "He was just very badly injured. Dad fixed him up,"

"What?" I ask breathlessly,

"Alex isn't dead."

I feel my whole world start again. I feel like the world started moving again, that I could breath again.

"He's not dead?"

Ethan laughs and shakes his head, "How many times do you need me to tell you?"

"I need to see him," I say, pulling myself up off the bed,

"Come on," Ethan says grabbing my hand and pulling me behind him as we walk from the room.

We head down to the next room and Ethan opens the door.

He lets me enter first and I gasp.

Alex was laid on the bed. He was wearing some grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. There was not one part of his body – that I could see – that didn't have blood on it. There were cuts and grazes on his arms and legs. His face was swollen and bruised, and his lip and eyebrow were busted.

"Alex" I say quietly, rushing over to him. I get close to the bed and grab his hand, squeezing it tightly.

His swollen eyes open slightly, and he smiles, "Elle,"

"Oh my god, Alex" I feel tears falling from my eyes quickly, "You're oaky,"

"You're okay" he says as he tries to sit up,

"Take it slowly," I say quietly, wiping away my tears,

"Let's give them some privacy," I hear someone say. I couldn't make out voices, it was like all I could see and hear was myself and Alex right now.

Someone goes to protest, but they quickly be quiet. I hear the door open and close behind me.

"What happened?" I asked quietly,

He laughs as he struggles to sit up, I help him the best I could.

"My uncle beat the shit out of me." He explains, "I would have been a goner if it wasn't for Aiden and Noah,"

I feel my heart sink. Alex would have died if it wasn't for me.

"Come on," he says, pulling me onto the bed next to him, he puts his arms around me and hugs me tightly, "All I could think about was you Elle, and making sure you were safe."