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

Chapter 7

I slept through the night, which is unusual. And nightmare free, which is downright crazy. I woke up at 8, feeling like I’ve slept for days and days. I yawned and stretched out, there were some clothes at the end of the bed, and those are my clothes. Why are my clothes at the end of my bed? Strange things happen here. I guess I don’t have to wear this stupid robe anymore though.

“Hey Doc.” I greeted as he walked in.

“Amy.” He smiled. “You can start wearing proper clothes now, I know those robes aren’t very comfortable. Officer Robson kindly dropped these off, there are some more in that suitcase. You should consider some day trips soon, or just time outside. Just to see how your body reacts.” He informed me.

“Thanks.”

“I’ll just take these tests, then I’ll leave you be.” The fact that I am being given this much freedom tells me I’m leaving soon, like really soon. After the Doctor left I went into the bathroom and had a shower. Being able to put on actual clothes felt good. My bleached skin-tight denim jeans and my favourite green jumper, I was way too happy considering these were just clothes. I was relieved to see they cover the scars, no one had seen them. I only let Shawn and Dr Murphy clean and check them, I was too embarrassed to let anyone else do it. I decided against getting back into the bed, I felt energised. Not really, I just didn’t want to lie there anymore. I pulled a chair to the window and just sat there. Watching cars race by and people walk around the car park. I glanced at my phone, Susan is on her way! Maybe she would go somewhere with me, even if it’s just to stand outside the hospital. I need to get out. I’ve always hated hospitals.

Should I go? It felt weird, just showing up at the hospital. I’ve been sat in the car outside our hotel for 15 minutes, arguing with myself about whether I should go. I don’t even know her, not really. But a part of me wants to know how she’s doing, what’s going to happen to her, a part of me wants to save her. And that part is incredibly stupid. Unfortunately, that part tends to win. I started the car and drove towards the hospital. I’ll just pop in, say hi. I could say I’ve lost a drumstick. Is that believable?

 

 

“What’s up bitch!” Susan shouted as she walked into the room.

“Hey, how are ya?”

“I’m good, you seem better.”

“It’s been over a month Susan, of course I’m getting better.” I sighed, it was over a month ago they all died. But Susan is right, I am getting better. Or maybe I’m just better at faking it.

“I know. I know!” She laughed, raising her hands in surrender. “The Script though.”

“It was unbelievable, they are all so sweet. Even when I cried on them. It really helped, seeing them, I feel like I haven’t let my Mum down as much.” I confessed.