Fix You - A The Script/Danny O'Donoghue Fanfic

Chapter 6

We walked out to the car in silence, the poor girl. Her life has been disaster after disaster, what happened to her is unbelievable. Some people are so sick. I don’t know how anyone could do what those guys did to her family. She looked so lost, so broken. I guess she is lost; she has nowhere to go. No one to stay with.

“That was heart-breaking.” I sigh, leaning back into the chair. Mark was driving.

“Tell me about it. How could so much bad stuff happen to one girl?” Mark agreed.

“Not to mention the fact she is completely alone. She has nowhere to go. For all she knows next week she’ll be thrown into a new family and expected to ‘cope with it’.” Glen added. It was unfair, totally unfair that she is even in that position.

“I might visit again tomorrow.” I muttered, staring out the window as Mark drove to the hotel.

“Really?” Mark seemed surprised, I don’t know why. I have always been a bit of a softie.

“Yeah, she needs a friend. She needs to know that people care about her. You heard her, heard the missing words, she thinks she’s worthless. She is going through a tough time and no one is doing anything.” I kind of shouted the last bit. I put my head in my hands. “I’m sorry, I guess this is just getting to me. People really suck.”

“You have a point actually. Let’s get some work done today and we can see how things are going for tomorrow. We can make time, I promise.” Glen assured me. I don’t know why it was getting to me so much. Perhaps it was the hopeless eyes, or the broken smile. Which made me think of Maroon 5, and as I ran through the lyrics in my mind. Maybe I could ask her to stay a while. The more I thought it the more stupid it seemed, I’ve met her once. She can’t just move in with me. This was frustrating.

 

After the guys left I felt empty, being happy drains me. I want to be sad and depressed, I deserve a rubbish life filled with despair. A part of me knows I’m wrong, it knows I should live my life like my parents would want me too. But that part is stupid. That part uses common sense and logic. The part that is screaming out is the insane, broken part of me. And it always wins. Shawn walked in with McDonalds.

“Thought I’d treat you tonight.” He smiled.

“Thanks.” I sighed, I know that soon I won’t be here anymore. I’ll be living my life. Or trying too.

“You and Danny seemed to hit it off.” He teased as he passed over my food.

“Sure, I cried on his shoulder for a good 10 minutes. We are the best of friends.” I replied sarcastically.

“Cheer up, you should be happy.” Shawn laughed.

“Being happy takes too much energy.” I admitted, he just shook his head.

“If you say so, I hope enjoying a delicious McDonald’s doesn’t take too much energy.”

“No it doesn’t.” I smiled at him, he has been so nice to me throughout this thing. We’ve become really close friends. “And thanks, for getting The Script to show up.”

“I told you I would make it up to you, I keep my promises. I keep them in my heart, right next to the pineapples.” He made me laugh, he really is a funny guy.

“I’m gunna miss you when I leave.” I confessed, taking a bite out of my burger.

“I’ll miss you too. Hopefully, I’ll see you when you come back for check-ups.” He agreed, I’m glad he feels the same way. To be fair, he has been spending most of his day with me, every day.

“Take the day off tomorrow. You need it.”

“I can’t do that. It’s my job to look after you.”

“I’m sure Katy could do it, she can cover for you. Surely you are owed time off. You are here every day.” I argued.

“I suppose.” He didn’t sound sure.

“Come on Shawn, I’ll be fine for a day. And all your other patients will be too. Sleep in, sleep in a bed. Eat pineapples.” That made him chuckle.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” He conceded. “But only for the pineapples.” We spent the rest of our meal making funny jokes, and teasing each other. I sent Susan a text, asking her if she could show up tomorrow, she said she would try. Which does leave the possibility of a very boring and lonely day ahead of me. Before Shawn left he pulled me into a hug.

“The desk has my number, if you need anything just call okay. I can always bring my pineapples into the hospital.”

“I promise.” I giggled, he finally left. I was beyond tired. A quick check of my phone before bed. The Script had shared my photos. ‘Such an inspiration! Stay strong x’ I couldn’t hold in the smile, they were sweet that’s for sure. And my own post was crazy, there were quite a few comments saying OH MY GOD! The best one was Susan’s, as can be expected; ‘Where was my invite bitch! I hate you (jokes I love you really)’ There was a smile on my face as I put my phone down. I sighed loudly, before getting comfortable. I was asleep in minutes.   

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