Emily stared at Naomi as she slept. She hated seeing her all covered up in in tubes and wires and on that fucking hospital bed.
"You've got to stop doing that." Naomi mumbled while her eyes were still closed.
"Doing what?" Emily asked quietly.
"Looking at me like that." Naomi said.
"Like what? And how do you know? Your eyes are fucking closed!
Naomi opened her eyes with a knowing look. "Don't look at me like that. I don't need your pity,"
Emily was about to open her mouth to protest, "I need you to hold me." She said, her voice scratchy and barely audible.
Emily immediately took off her shoes and crawled into the bed with Naomi like the first night she came into the hospital. She had been there for 12 days. She snuggled on Naomi's chest breathing in her scent.
"Ems?" Naomi spoke quietly and half asleep.
"Yeah?" Emily looked at Naomi's face.
"I love you."
"I know." She half smiled and fell asleep.
She was woken up by a blaring alarm. Naomi. No. no. No! Stay with me! She thought as she was being pulled out of the bed by a nurse and guided out the room. "Sorry, Love. You can't be in there." She said coldly and returned to the room. Emily stood motionless and stared as the doctors were trying to bring Naomi Campbell back to life.