Forgive me.

faith's pov
After the guys left it was around 3am. I was no where near tired and I have never felt less alone in my life, my cheeks hurt from smiling too much, and the long beeps, sobbing, and squeaking rubber shoes have stopped for now.
“No i am serious right now if i never made it as a musician i would have been a superhero,” I smile at Andy and i combed my messy brown hair back with my fingers. “Andy you are a superhero already, i mean when i fell pregnant i thrived on your music, it kept me sane.” His smile widened, and his lip ring glinted, the lights are dimmed in the rooms, and only in the hallways were they lit up. His eyes looked as if they were glowing, the blue capturing the little light left. “so… youre the one that jumped me.” I cringe, scrunching my nose. “Im so sorry. honestly. I had to get some food. i reall-” my breath was quickening and i squeezed my palms and rubbed my hands together, and i bit my lip, hard. “It’s okay.” His deep voice melted through my veins and let all tension in my muscles disappear. I felt my messy brown hair tickle my neck a little, and he combed his fingers through his hair, pushing back the black. “Ya know, one of the only things i could think about when Ash pinned me, was that ashley purdy was on top of me." Anda laughed, the type of laugh that flows slowly like honey. "Ashley has that effect on people, not only women these days." I laughed a little, and remember that I'm not the only one in here, I think there's only 1 or 2 others in this room but still.. I didn't want to disturb them. "4am.. Woah." I look straight up at the ceiling. "what time did I get here?" He cringed a little and sucked air through his teeth. "Around 12ish. My car looks like a murder scene."
"Sorry..." I looked around, hearing beeps and soft shuffles. "I wonder if Rosie was able to sleep." Andy rested his elbows on his knees and his chin on his hands and looked at me. "I hope so, worried what'll happen when the kids cranky." I smiled a little, again reminding me how weak I am from the loss of blood. "She's a really amazing little girl you know.. I can't believe I let her into this life."
"Don't worry faith. It'll get better, for her and for you. I really want you to see someone about your head okay." I nodded, knowing it was the best thing for me, and my gorgeous baby, who wasn't exactly a baby anymore, but to me, she's still the little 5 pound baby with fingers so little they could only just fit around my finger, she was 2 weeks premature, but Rosie, the little soldier, fought on, and grew up to be strong. "I gotta get better for her. I'll have to take her to the sessions though.." "Hell no you won't be, CC has mastered this kid thing so he'll be taking care of the little gremlin, it's not a big deal. Plus I think he really loves her, he's always talked about having a little girl like yours." After half an hour of silence, we both began to drift off, parts of me wanted to have him in my bed, because he had to sleep in this old hospital chair, but I didn't know if he'd fit on the bed. "Andy?" I mumbled, barely a sound. "Yeah?"
"Do you want to come into my bed? It's cold and you can't sleep in a chair."
"Will I fit?" "We can found out I guess." He stumbled towards the bed and I moved over, all the wires and cuts and bandages and stitches making themselves apparent. He shuffled in and was able to fit just enough, but he had to wrap his arms around me otherwise he would fall off the bed.
I woke up the next day to a nurse scolding andy.
"Sir. Sir. SIR. Please get out of the patients bed. How'd you stay past visiting hours? Sir. Listen to me. Sir. I need to check her bandages. Please get out of the bed." He eventually did and the nurse fiddled with my bandages and I just laid my head on the pillow and glanced over every now and again, whenever there was a tug. the nurse had a Latina complexion, and she had her dark hair pulled back into a bun and harsh eyeliner only under her eyes. She mumbled in what I guess was Spanish, and every now and again she would laugh at her own joke, and then look at me. Andy had deep dark circles under his eyes, and his hair was a mess, veins were popping out of his hands as he was putting his shoes back on without socks. "I need a bottle of whiskey to get though today." His voice sounded like gravel, and he looked like hell. I hoped that I would go back to Rosie today, but another night connected to the drip would "do me good" and "really aid my recovery". I just wanted out.

Notes

Long time no see!
Happy halloween!
Sorry I was gone for so long, I'm back now