Forever Us

“Well, it seem Mrs.Taylor is going to be just fine, we think we’ll keep her in for a few more days, just to be sure, but the doctors are sure she will get better over time. We’re sending a note over to her psychologist soon though, encouraging that she has more regular visits, just checking in, making sure this sort of accident doesn’t happen again.” She said, turning her head slightly to the right and smiling.

“Awesome! That sounds great!” I said, joy over powering me.

“Yes, but there is one thing,” She began. Oh shit. “You said Mrs.Taylor lives alone, correct?” She asked, concern in her voice.

“Well, not really, she lives with her son, Aaron. He’s 5.” I stated. I didn’t know if it was the right answer but I took a shot at it.

“The thing is, Mrs.Taylor is either going to have to start living with someone for a while until her doctors and her psychologist agree it’s time she can stay alone again, or she’ll be sent to the Los Angeles County Department Of Mental Health for a while.” She looked down, almost ashamed of it.

“Oh.” Was all I could spit out. This wasn’t going to be good. Everyone Skylar knew was either dead or didn’t give a shit anymore… What the hell am I going to do? Just walk in, pack her bags and tell her she’s living with someone she never wanted to see again, or send her to a mental health department? I couldn’t do that. “Uhm, does she know yet?” I asked.

“No. But you’re able to see her now.” She smiled reassuringly.

“Yeah, okay.” I mumbled and stood up, as soon as I was up I realized I was about a foot taller than this girl. I smirked because I felt like a giant suddenly.

“Right this way.” She said with a perky tone and started walking down a hallway, she had a little bounce to each of her steps. I followed behind her until we finally reached a room, she walked in first, then I. The first thing I saw was Skylar awake and sitting on the bed, but slightly leaning back, her wrists were all bandaged up and she looked hella pissed. Wow, okay… great mood to tell her the news.

“Hey, darling…” I tried pulling off the fact I’m pretty sure they think I’m her husband or something, considering I’m the one who brought her in.

“Hey…” She looked down when she talked, playing with her paper bracelet they gave her.

“How ya holding up?” I asked and sat in the chair next to the bed, I grabbed her hand lightly, careful not to touch the bandages, and kissed it.

“Like shit. Why’d you bring me here? Why couldn’t you-” She looked around to see the nurse had already left the room. “Why couldn’t you just have left me there to die? That’s all I wanted. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” She said grumpily with tears starting in her eyes.

“You know I couldn’t just let that happen. You know how I feel about you, Sky…” I blushed with the thought of me expressing my emotions for her earlier.

“Bullshit.” She mumbled.

“I do!” I retorted, she flinched when I yelled. “I-I’m sorry…” I said, lowering my voice. We both just sat in silence for a long time, I didn’t know what to say. Finally I had decided on something, “So, the nurse talked to me…” I broke the silence. She looked up, showing me in her eyes to continue. “Do you have any family you could chill with for a while?” I asked, biting my lip.

“They’re dead. You know that. Why?” She said bluntly. I looked at her eyes to see if when she said that it meant anything and her eyes were just… cold. I furrowed my brow, concerned that she could say that almost as if she had rehearsed it.

“Wellll…” I dragged out. “They said you’re either going to a mental health department for a while or you’re staying with someone for a while and you don’t really have anymore but… well, like you said…” I mumbled, hoping she understood but wouldn’t be pissed.

“Andy! What?! Why didn’t you tell me?!” She yelled, I looked over to see her heart monitor racing rapidly.

“Hey, calm down, Sky.” I nodded towards the heart monitor.

---Skylar’s POV---

Was he shitting me?! Now I have to either stay with him or go into a mental health department?! What the fuck?! If I went to the mental health place I’m sure I wouldn’t see Aaron for a long, long time and I’m sure he was already extremely worried and confused about me. I tried breathing slowly, trying to control my heart pace. I looked down for a long time, then I looked up at Andy when I had finally made a decision. “I guess I’ll be going with you then…” I sighed after I had said it. For Aaron I reminded myself. His bright blue eyes danced with happiness. “W-Where is Aaron anyway?” I asked, trying to change the conversation quickly so Andy wouldn’t make a bigger deal out of it than it already was.

“Well, uhm… He uhm… I had to leave him with Ashley for a while…” He closed his eyes, it looked like he was embracing for me to hit him in the back of the head or something.

“You left Aaron with some random stranger?!” I shouted and I heard a loud beep, I looked over to see it was the annoying heart monitor again. “How could you, Andy?!” I lowered my voice a bit, but not much.

“Hey, he’s a really nice guy, and not a stranger. Trust me, Aaron will be fine, they’re probably curled up watching Disney movies right now, chill.” He said, crossing his legs in the chair.

---Ashley’s POV---

“Nononononononononooooo!” I cried as I walked into the front room. God damn it!

“I-I’m sorry, it was an accident!” He said, looking down at the leather couch he had managed to spill juice all over. My brand new leather couch. Down the drain. See, this is why I always use a condom.

“You’re going to be the death of me, ya know that, kid?” I said harshly, walking over to the counter to grab a few napkins, I’m sure I couldn’t help much with the couch but I could try.

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