The nameless

Invade

No toleration/ invade/ committed/ enraged/ admit it

             •Joey's point of view•

I sighed as I looked over at (Y/N)'s ghostly form. The doctors said that she would be okay but she would have to stay here for a while until she got enough strength.

I wasn't going to leave her this whole time even if she told the doctors to get rid of me I wouldn't. I'm not leaving her. She's right here in front of me, I can't let her slip through my grasp again. Not again.

I sigh as I squeeze (Y/N)'s good hand.

"I love you so much," I whisper to her unconscious body.

I examine all the machines she has around and in her.

They put an couple needles in her to give her water and nutrients. The doctors don't know how long she is going to be unconscious.

She's got twenty stitches in her hand.

I sigh sadly as I look at her heart monitor.

She looks awful. Her skin is pale, she's got bags under her eyes. Her lips are chapped. Her hair is matted. She looks dead and helpless. She looks as if she's given up on her will to live.

I start think back to when we where getting to know each other. We went to clubs and had fun and she was so alive, so free, so happy. She seems like a completely different person now.

A broken shell of what she once was.

I frown. I know that this is my fault. I messed up so badly. I let my fears get in the way of the love we had for each other.

I sit back in my chair. I can't get myself to look away from her.
Even through all the damage she has done to herself, she still looks absolutely beautiful. She will always be beautiful in my eyes. She's the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.

I run one of my hands through my black hair.

I look over at the rising and falling of her chest.
I've missed her so much. I've missed everything about her.

Suddenly I hear her cough.

She starts coughing and her hand goes to cover her mouth.
I stand up and rush to her side.

"(Y/N)," I say as I try and keep the panic out of my voice.

(Y/N)'s eyes slowly open and she looks at me.

When she sees me she smiles for a split second before her face is replaced with sadness and hurt.

"(Y/N). You're okay. I was so worried," I tell her as I grab her non injured hand.
To my surprise she doesn't pull her hand away from me. She lightly wraps her fingers around my hand.

"What happened ," she asks. Her voice is even more bridle and raspy than it was when I found her the other day.

"You lost a lot of blood and so they fixed your hand. The doctors say you'll be fine though," I tell her.

She nods and looks over at the needles in her arm.
She looks uneasy when she sees them.

"When can I have these out?" She whimpers.

"I don't know. I'll ask. I should call the doctors in here anyways," I tell her.

She nods.

I push the button beside her bed to call in the doctors.

"Joey," (Y/N) says quieter than a whisper.

I look over at her.

"Thank you," she mutters.