Falling

I opened my eyes, I felt fully refreshed...like I had slept for a week. I sat up cautiously looking down at my battered body. I was surprised I wasn't dead, I mean, the amount of times I had been beaten up the past month, it was astonishing I could have survived all of that.

My arms were heavily bandaged in a thick, white gauze, I had several plasters on my legs and cuts and scratches labelled my face. My head hurt, and as I gingerly felt my head I felt a huge lump that was caked in dried blood.

Just then a nurse came in with a clipboard and Ashley followed her.

"Ashley? What the hell happened?" I asked wearily. I was close to tears, I remember being in Andy's arms then being flung across the room away from him......then I remembered Scarlett and what she had said about being Juliet's cousin, but everything after that was a massive blur.

"Well, Juliet's mad cousin decided that beating you up was fun, so she got a knife and cut your arms countless times, hence them being bandaged up like that and she started slamming your head against a wall then you passed out. Then she moved onto Andy....he's in the room next to yours, he's fine now, the doctors said he'll be alright. Ever since he woke up a few days ago he's been visiting you and was constantly worried about you. We all are." Ashley said, tears escaping his eyes.

"Oh my lord. Is Andy Ok? Can I see him?" I asked the nurse who was now checking my heart rate and blood pressure which were both fine.

"Well, seeing as you've just woken up, not at the moment. We need to make sure you are perfectly fine. You had a mild concussion and head bruising. It seems that the bruising was already there before this incident. Have you been attacked recently? Or in the past, have you been in an abusive relationship? Have your parents abused you?" She asked curiously.

"Umm...yeah, by the same girl a few weeks ago, she uh, slammed my head into a tree. and I don't have abusive parents, I decided to move out because im 18 now..." I said, lying about my parents and the situation of me being kicked out of the house by my drunken abusive father.

"Ok then, well..." She said frowning.

"Is something wrong?" Ashley aked.

"No, no,. everything's fine. I'll talk to Doctor Granger and see if we can let you visit your.....friend?" She replied.

A few moments later the nurse reappeared with a wheelchair.

"Here, you can sit in this instead of walking, you need to rest, you've been passed out for over a week." she said.

"A week!?" I said, surprised.

"Yeah, we came to visit you everyday." Ashley said.

"But what about Warped?" I asked

"Oh, the guys understood, they let us visit you, we did small performance with just the instruments so the fans would have something to see but we'll be able to go back to full out performing tomorrow." he reassured me.

Ashley helped me into the wheelchair and wheeled me over to Andy's room, where he was sitting wide awake and upright in his bed. He turned towards us when Ashley said, "Look who's awake!"

"Blaise! Oh my God, I was so worried about you! Are you ok? Do your arms hurt?" He bombarded me with questions before pulling me out of the wheelchair and onto his lap.

He hugged me carefully, so that he didn't hurt my arms, and I lay my head against his chest feeling his soft fluttery heart beats.

"Ummm......I'll just go and....um....give you guys some privacy...." we heard Ashley say before he left the room and closed the door.

I picked my head up and looked at him. "Whats wrong?" He asked.

I said nothing, and I kissed him firmly on the lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist and cupped my undamaged cheek and deepened the kiss. Slowly he started to work his hand up my back sending shivers down my spine. I tasted warm wet tears as he slid his tounge across my bottom lip, begging for entry. He sucked at my lip, running his hands along my body, tangling his hands in my hair.

We kissed for a long time before he broke away and started a trail of tiny butterfly kisses down my neck where he sucked at the tender flesh on my collarbone. "A-Andy...." I moaned as he nibbled at my earlobe, kissing my neck and working his way to my lips. He pressed his lips against mine, gently probing my mouth with his tounge. As the kiss faded, he looked me in the eyes.

"God you're so beautiful, even if your covered in cuts and bruises. I love you so much Blaise." He looked at me with longing eyes and bit his lip ever so slightly.

"I love you too Andy," I replied, a tear sliding down my face. I turned away.

Andy lifted my head up, "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

"Nothing I........I don't know Andy. It's like I'm not good enough for anyone....its just.........Im sorry."

"Blaise, look at me. Don't keep telling yourself that you aren't good enough, you are. You are the most amazing person I have ever met and im not going to let you believe otherwise. So stop saying horrible stuff about yourself! Im going to help you get through this ok? We'll get through it together, promise?" He said almost angrily, he held out is little finger and gestured for me to do the same.

I sighed, "I pinkie promise," I said, linking our pinkie fingers together.

"Good. Now I think we could get discharged today so lets get ready and we can go." he said as he helped me into the wheelchair. He wheeled me back to my room and helped me change into my own clothes. I dumped the trashy hospital gown on the bed and we made our way to the reception, hand in hand.

Notes

Soz its so long. Will post more tomoz XOXO

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