𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 (𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐨𝐜)

>wounded<

!!trigger warning!!
if you are triggered by mentions of rape, abuse, death, please read at your own risk!
Brooke's POV:
you thought i was gonna kill her off, no way honey:)

     The first thing I remember seeing is white. Everything was just so bright that it actually hurt. I tried moving whatever of my body I could, but everything hurt. As my field of vision came into focus I realized that I wasn't dead. I was in a hospital room.
     I tried sitting up but even that was a challenge. What the hell even happened to me and where was everyone? I was alone and scared out of my mind. I went to go pull my hair back, but my head was all wrapped up. I trailed along and down to my eyes to realize that was also covered. With the slightest touch of the bandage, a sharp pain spiked in my eye. I lifted my hands to see bruises all over the place. I pushed off the hospital bedding and saw that my ankles had red marks all the way around. Was I tied up?
     No one was in the room and the door only had a slight window, not big enough for me to see through from where I was. Getting up was a terrible idea so I didn't even bother trying. I was started to panic now. Where was David and his mom? Reese and Micheal? Luke and Dom? I was alone.
     I started crying because I had no one. Out of all my friends, not one cared to be there for me when I got hurt. The door opened slowly to reveal a doctor.
     "Brooklyn, you're awake. How do you feel honey?" the doctor asked looking at my chart.

     "Where is everyone?" I panicked.

     "Hey hey hey, easy there girlie. They are all in the food court eating. Don't worry they didn't forgot about you," she informed.

    "Oh thank God," I relaxed, "How long was I out for?"

     "Like three and half days. Nothing abnormal."

     "Oh," I sighed, "What even happened to me?"

     "You've been through a lot," she started, sitting on my bed, "You and David got in a fight, causing you to run off. Your birth father picked you up off the street and raped you. The police went in to get you out but a shout-out occurred. The sheriff, another officer, your father, and yourself all got shot. Luckily, you and the other officer got out alive. Your father and the sheriff were not as lucky."

     I was shot? Why don't I remember any of this happening? I barely remember the fight I had with David and what it was over. I really needed him right now. The door starting opening for the second time, only it was my mom, Davey, Reese, Micheal, Dom, and Luke.
     "Oh my god, Brookie's alive!" Luke cheered.

     "Hey buddy," I said as we hugged each other tight. When we pulled way Micheal and Reese were next.

     "I thought we lost you Smalls," Reese cried.

     "You really think I was gonna let you live life without me? You're my partner in crime Reese," I answered crying.

     "I'm with Reese. I thought you weren't gonna make it," Dom added.

     "The same thing I told Reese also applies to you, okay?" I applied as we got together in a group hug.

     When we pulled away, my mom was next, "Oh mon bèbè," she pulled me in the biggest hug ever. We stayed like that for a little bit. When we did pull away she held my face in her hands and kissed my forehead. The one person I wanted to see more than anybody was next in line: David.
     "I think we should give these two some time alone," Luke suggested.

    "Good idea little man," Micheal laughed.

     "If you needs us, we'll be right outside," my mother said. Once they all left the room, David started to cry.
     I held my arms out and he quickly entered my embrace. We both were crying now. I kissed the top of his head. We stayed that way for a good 15 minutes before finally starting to talk again.
     "I knew you've already heard it enough already, but I really thought I lost you Brooke," he cried. I wiped his tears away with my thumb.

     "You are never gonna lose me again Davey. This isn't the first time we've come close to it, but it will be the last," I explained still crying.

     "Brooke I had you in my arms when you drifted off. I really did think that was the end and you were gone for good."

"It's not the end Davey. I'm in pain now and I will continue to be for a little bit, but I'm gonna get better. It's gonna be like when this all first happened. I'll be in the hospital for a little bit and when I'm better, I'll come home," I explained.

"Okay," he whispered as he kissed me gently, "You counted wrong by the way?"

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"You said it takes 5 minutes to bleed out, and you were on to minute 4. Turns out, you were 3 minutes in with 2 left. That's what saved your life," he laughed.

"I was probably on the hallucination stage so I wasn't think right," I giggled, "I'm sorry about not telling you about the notes."

     "And I'm sorry I lost my shit on you," he apologized.

"Who are we kidding Davey; we couldn't stay mad at each other even if we tried."

"You got that right," he answered. He gave me a long kiss right on the lips before calling everyone back in. They filled my in on all that I missed. Nothing exciting really happened so I didn't miss a lot. I was glad to be alive. More importantly, I was glad that Davey could finally sleep at night knowing I was going to live.