Hello, I've had a lot of laptop issues recently, so I apologize to anyone who is reading my 'Stonem Siblings' fiction...I will be updating that soon!
Whilst I had no laptop, I came up with a new idea, I wrote loads of chapters on my iPhone...then I had to type them all up onto my laptop once the problem was sorted, so I hope you appreciate that ha ha!
Obviously as you might have guessed, that already means I have quite a few chapters for this story, I will post two of them today; however the other two I'm not 100% happy with, so I need to go over them before I start the rest! ENJOY x
Set after Series 4. Naomi Campbell should have known being with Emily wouldn't be easy, but this time its something a lot bigger then just an affair that's threatening to tear them apart, this time it's a life threatening accident.
"What happened Blondie?" Cook asks with the concern obvious in his voice, because Naomi looks so torn apart. Her face scrunches up, tears welling in her eyes, he watches as her chest rises and falls faster; the more she gets worked up. He slides his hand over hers, which makes her flinch, as if she's scared of breaking down. She bites her bottom lip, looking down into her lap, where her other hand fiddles with the hem of her top. Cook raises his eyebrow, he dreads to think what the answer may be, because whatever has happened; it's ruined his friend. A small tear runs down the blondes cheek, so he places his hand back over hers, squeezing it slightly; until she turns back to him.
"She's in a coma", she finally sobs, as tears start to sneak down her face. He doesn't even have to ask who, he knows she means Emily, because that's all Naomi's life is now; it always has been. Cook frowns back at her, letting his fingers entwine with hers, letting her know he's here for her. "One minute she was there, then she was gone" her voice starts to break, "She's been gone ever since". He holds her hand, stares into her eyes, lets her know he's listening as she starts to explain. He feels a lump force its way up his throat as Naomi tells the story, about how Emily lost her footing, how she fell from a balcony twenty feet up where they were staying in Goa; landing on the concrete below.
They had only been in Goa for 6 months, the tickets had been open returns, but coming home wasn't as simple as that. She tells him how she spent two weeks by Emily's hospital bed, in a strange foreign country, because their insurance didn't cover the amount it would cost to get them home. Cook's own cheeks grow wet as she explains how her mum and the Fitch's raised the money to fly them both back home, because they had to come back on some special stabilised plane. He feels upset that because he's in stuck in here, and he didn't know, plus he feels angry that no one came and told him before now.
His hands begin to shake as she explains Emily hasn't once opened her eyes since she fell, how she's on a life support machine, that all the doctors keep saying there's really not much hope for her. She tells him that they had to operate on her brain, shave away most of her cherry red hair, how they reckon she will be paralysed. Cook shakes his head when Naomi tells him the doctors say she'll probably be brain dead, when she tells him they keep saying she isn't going to pull through, that if she stops breathing they won't fight to keep her alive. After that last bit she breaks down completely, sobbing loudly, not caring about the other prisoner's and their visitors.
Cook pulls his hand away then, runs it through his hair, his nostrils flaring slightly; because all he can see is Emilio lying lifeless in some hospital bed. He shoves his chair back, knocking it to the floor, and then he starts to punch the wall beside him; a deep roar coming from his throat. Naomi jumps, gasping as four guards surround him, dragging him to the floor; whilst he thrashes out. They cuff him, haul him to his feet and start to drag him away, he stops fighting then; because he can't go, he needs to talk to Naomi.
"No, please, give me a second", he begs, eyes dancing back to her. Naomi stands up, her hands running through her hair, "Please, let him talk, he's just found out his friend is hurt" she pleads. The men stop, they don't let him go, instead they stand holding him. Cook shakes his head at her, a tear rolling down his cheek, "Don't you dare listen to the doctors Blondie, she can't die, don't let them turn her life support off, you hear me". He swallows down the lump, biting at his lip, because he can't dare to think of losing Emilio; he can't bare to lose another friend. "I won't Cook, I fucking love her, and I can't live without her" Naomi cries, letting out a shaky breath. He nods at her, "She never gave up on you, so don't you give up on her, because if it was you Blondie, she wouldn't ever give up". She wipes the tears from her hot cheeks, with her sleeve that is pulled around her clenched fist, "I won't".
With that the guards start to drag Cook away again, she watches, as he gives her a slight nod before disappearing. Taking a deep breath, Naomi looks around the room, there's not one pair of eyes not looking at her. Walking to the gate, she looks to the guard, who technically isn't allowed to open the gate for visitors until all the prisoners are locked back inside the cells. However he flashes a smile of sympathy at her, opening the gate enough for her to slip out, then watches her walk off down the corridor.
Outside the prison, Naomi strolls over to a car, opening the passenger door, she slides in. Closing her eyes for a second, she takes a deep breath, and then turns her head to the side. Gina stares back at her, running her eyes over Naomi's face, she lifts her hand; brushing away her daughters tears. Then she starts the car, driving from the prison car park, taking Naomi back to the hospital; taking her back to Emily.
Back at the hospital, Naomi rushes through the corridors, making her way to Emily's private room; because she can't stand to be away from her girlfriend for too long. Since they were flown back at the beginning of this week, Naomi hasn't actually left Emily's side for more then fifteen minutes, because she's scared someone might turn her life support machine off; not that Katie or Jenna would let them. She's glad she has the support of them, for the first time in her relationship with Em, she feels like her and Jenna are on the same sort of level of understanding; because neither of them want to lose Emily.
Naomi understands why no one told Cook, because everyone was scared off his reaction, they didn't want him to get into more trouble. Everyone knows that she's the only one who can talk to Cook; get him to see sense, so that's why they left it down to her. Not that she minded, apart from the fact she had to leave Emily's side for an hour, because she knew it had to come from her mouth.
Reaching the door to Emily's room, she paused, peeking through the small glass window. Obviously Naomi was going to be petrified of not being by Em's side twenty four seven, but she had been persuaded by two people, those two people had promised not to leave her girlfriend alone; no matter what. She smiles at the scene inside, Katie is sitting beside Em, but most importantly she's sitting in front off the life support machine; because in her own words "No fuckers going to dare try turn it off with me here babe's".
The older twin has her eyes closed, but she's not asleep, one of her hands is running up and down Emily's arm; continuing the constant skin to skin contact Naomi insists on giving her girlfriend. Naomi looks over to the window sill, Effy is sitting on the edge, her head resting on the glass; she's always observing the people outside. Naomi feels so much love towards the brunette, because whilst she and Em were off living their dream, Effy was back here in Bristol living a nightmare; one that has been slowly threatening to become Naomi's also since Emily fell. Although Effy hasn't actually spoken a word to anyone since she found out about Freddie's murder, it doesn't matter to Naomi, because even just having the girl around comforts her in some way.
She pushes the door open; causing both of their heads to snap towards her, Katie's set with glare that could kill. Katie has even risen from her chair slightly, one hand holding Emily's arm, the other resting on the life support machine. They relax when they realise it's Naomi, they drop their stand off positions, breathing a sigh of relief. Effy looks at her with huge questioning eyes, her blue orbs digging deep into Naomi, because she's curious about Cook; not that she would ever admit it even if she was speaking. Naomi smiles at her, gives her a small nod, it's just enough to let Ef know he's ok.
Then she goes over to Emily, going around the other side, so Katie doesn't have to move. Emily lies straight on her back, the whole right side of her head is shaved, is mainly covered by a big white bandage; that covers a long row of stitches where they operated. Her hair on the left side is fanned out on the pillow, the roots are showing through a bit now, but it's still Em's distinctive cherry red. Any bruises or small cuts she had have now faded, none of them have seemed to scar her, her face looks so angelic. Naomi's used to the wires that snake over her girlfriends body, even used to the noisy machines that constantly beep and provide Em oxygen, but they still scare her; because they make her look so fragile.
Bending nearer, she lays a row of small kisses below the bandage, before laying one on her girlfriend's rosy lips. Pulling a chair nearer with her foot, she sits down, her fingers entwining with her girlfriends. "I went and saw Cook Em, he's worried about you, who would have thought he was such a pussy" she tells her, squeezing the red head's hand. Naomi doesn't care what the doctors say, even if her girlfriend was brain dead, it wouldn't change a thing; because she's still her Emily. She does this often, encouraging Katie to do the same, because if she believes Em's can hear them; then maybe she can. Of course the fact she hasn't really left her side that much, means Naomi ends up talking about stupid mundane things; like describing the weather outside in such detail. When they are alone though, she finds herself talking about them, almost as if she's telling her a story; about two girls who fell in love. She talks about their memories together, there's nothing she wont talk about, even the whole Sophia incident; because she likes to explain how much nearly losing her hurt her, which is why she has to wake up.
Katie shuffles in her chair, as far as Naomi is aware, the twin hasn't left the room since last night. She looks up at her, realising she is being watched, "You two should go home for a bit, have a shower or something, or get some food". Katie bites her lip, but she trust Naomi with her sisters life, so she agrees, nodding her head at Effy. The brunette slides off the ledge, walking towards the door, waiting for Katie to join her. According to JJ who came to visit the other day, Katie and Effy have created some kind off friendship since Freddie's death, one that includes the brunette relying on Katie to help her through every day life. Katie stands up, leaning down she kisses Emily's forehead, "I'll be back later Emsy". She straightens up, smiles at Naomi, then leaves with Effy; placing her hand on the small of the brunettes back. Naomi waits until they are gone, and then moves over to Katie's seat, taking hold of Emily's hand again; while positioning her self in front of the machine.
*Hides behind brick wall, waving little white flag, forgive me*
So let me know what you think, I'll post the next Chapter later tonight, because I'm nice like that! =] x