Another day in bed. It's how I've been spending every day. I feel like I'm rushing Andy. He's like my dad almost with the way he has to take care of me. Dark thoughts have finally engulfed my brain. I keep a razor in my bedside end table.
"(Y/N), I'm back from the studio." He yelled up the stairs as I tiptoed my way to the bathroom. I had more time to mope as he liked to make himself some food after a hard day's work.
The metal was cold, stinging as I drug it across my skin. My heart beat slowed into a relaxed beat, something I hadn't expected. I put another and another and another...
I hadn't had enough as I tore open the medicine cabinet and found Andy's sleeping pills. He takes them on tour when the other mates are being too loud. I downed nearly twenty of them, at least. I sat on the toilet, letting the wooziness come in.
"(Y/N)? You in here?" There was a light knock. My droopy eyes barely looked up as I gripped the toilet seat. I felt nauseous suddenly and my brain hurt.
The door cracked open and then my vision started getting worse. I felt myself drifting away. Though I wanted it, Andy watching was not what I had planned.
*Andy's POV*
"(Y/N), what's wrong?" I grabbed her shoulders.
She looked droopy and sick. I looked towards the sink. There was an empty pill bottle in the blood spattered porcelain.
"Shit, why would you do this." I shook her lightly, hoping that would keep her awake for a little longer.
I fumbled with my cell phone, dialing the emergency number, and giving the information needed.
"It's going to be okay. Just stay with me, baby." I got in her face, trying to keep her eyes open. "Open your mouth." Her jaw slowly fell open. I couldn't see any of the pills left over.
The ambulance came quickly and I followed them to the hospital in my car. I worried the whole ride there.
After getting to the hospital and getting the poison out of her system, she was asleep and I was easily drifting off. Her arms were bandaged, she lost quite a lot of blood. I just wanted her to wake up...
"Andy?" A little voice murmured as soon as my eyes closed for a nap. They flashed open.
"(Y/N)." I bolted to her bedside, kissing all over.
"What happened?" She looked around the hospital room, confused.
"You took a lot of pills...and cut yourself." I whispered. "But you're okay, you're here now...with me." I laid my head on her arm gently, happily feeling the warm blood coursing through her veins, making her skin flush.
"I'm a burden. You should've let me...just..." She looked to the side.
"Never, (Y/N). You're my girlfriend, the love of my life. I want to marry you." I was choking up. All of these realizations coming to us at once.
"I love you." She whispered.
"I love you, too. I can't wait to take you home." I sighed, kissing her cheek gently.
