A/N hope you guys enjoy this one I actually got to type it for the most part on a computer for the first time in weeks...yes that does mean i've been typing the previous ones on my ipod...pain in the ass let me tell ya so enjoy this beautiful chapter and expect more soon
I don't own Degrassi but if I did I'd have one hour episodes every week
Imogen rolled over feeling something crumple on her back causing her to wake up. Wondering what it was she rolled back onto her side to see a folded piece of paper. She unfolded it and smiled at the familiar handwriting.
Imogen read the note to herself smiling while doing so. "G'morning Immy. I tried to wake you but you were sleeping so soundly and adorable might I add. Went to the store to pick up food since we're running out. Be back soon. Xo Fiona."
Imogen smiled to herself rolling over onto her back staring at the ceiling above her. Her mind drifted for a while but eventually she decided she should get up to get dressed for the day. She drowsily walked over to where she kept her clothes for when she stayed over Fiona's. Imogen changed into her dark jeans and decided that today was another one of her "borrow girlfriend's clothes even though they don't really fit or aren't exactly 'her style'" kind of day. She had grown accustom to wearing Fiona's clothes a lot these days but Fiona didn't really mind. Imogen took out one of Fiona's few warm and comfy casual long-sleeved shirts and pulled it over her head. It was sort of big and fluffy on the inside but that's just how Imogen liked it.
Imogen padded into the kitchen to see the clock on the wall telling her that it was 11:35am. She walked over to where she left her phone when it had died sometime yesterday and went to plug it in to charge. Imogen couldn't help but wonder when Fiona was going to be back and it didn't really help her that she didn't even know when Fiona had left the loft.
The second her phone restarted she saw that she had several texts and a few missed calls which were unusual because she doesn't really have that many people to talk to but she didn't really mind that. Imogen read the texts from Fiona first all of which were basically saying similar things that were written on the note. The last time stamp was at 9:43 which made Imogen a little curious as to why Fiona wasn't back yet. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and decided not to think too much about it because really it's not like something could've happened, she probably just ran into Eli or Marisol or anyone really.
Imogen saw several texts from Natalie. She rolled her eyes thinking that she should just ignore them but decided to at least see what they were about before completely ignoring them. "Call me as soon as you can," "Imogen, call me when you get this," and "call me." Imogen read 3 other messages like that and was getting a little worried because Natalie usually wasn't this persistent with trying to get in touch with her like this. She proceeded to call her voicemail to listen to the messages that had been left on her phone. "Imogen I assume you're still sleeping or your phone is dead," or both Imogen thought and she heard Natalie sigh before continuing, "This is really important and I'd rather not discuss it over the phone or in a message like this. Just call me okay?"
Imogen ended the call and brought her phone away from her ear unsure of what to think about the message. She couldn't think of a single thing that could be this important to tell Imogen as soon as possible. Before any ideas jumped into her head she unlocked her phone and called Natalie bringing the phone slowly to her ear.
Imogen stood in the kitchen growing more and more nervous with each ring. Finally Natalie answered her phone and Imogen let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"What's wrong?" Imogen asked quietly not even bothering in saying hello to her mother.
"Well, there's been an accident. Nothing too major but you should come down here, to the hospital," Natalie said softly in her motherly voice which worried Imogen more.
"Okay but what happened?" Imogen asked frozen in her spot.
"I don't even really know what happened she was still unconscious last I heard. I just found out she was here an hour ago," Natalie said assuring Imogen that it was not her father like she had thought but was in fact Fiona which somehow in Imogen's mind was worse. She considered it worse only because her father was ill and she should be expecting this but with Fiona, anything could have happened and it worried her deeply.
"I'll be there soon," Imogen said before ending the call and putting her phone in her pocket.
Imogen grabbed her keys off the kitchen counter and walked quickly over to the door pulling on her shoes while walking down the stairs to get to her car that was parked nearby.
The entire drive to the hospital was a complete and utter blur. Lucky enough for her she knew the route to the hospital very well by now and didn't need to pay too much attention to get there safely. By the time she got to the hospital her head was filled with so many possibilities. She thought that maybe Fiona wasn't hurt that bad but then her mind would fill with situations that weren't so good. Natalie did say unconscious and in Imogen's mind that means that it probably wasn't that good after all. Imogen made her way into the hospital trying to calm herself down the entire way up to the 5th floor. She walked down the hall in a daze and eventually stopped in front of the door that she was told Fiona was in.
Imogen took in a deep breath and opened the door slowly walking into the room. She saw Fiona laying there with the needle in her arm that Imogen recalled her mom telling her how that's used for the intravenous drip. She also noticed that was hooked up to the heart monitor and that she had what Natalie called a nasal cannula in to help her breathe. Imogen was surprised at how much she actually listened to Natalie all those times before but she wasn't too happy that this was the situation she actually got to use it but she was also glad she knew what they were for. Imogen realized she was frozen in her spot just standing there looking at Fiona with what she knew was a very worried face.
"Immy," Fiona said weakly looking up at her.
Imogen walked over slowly and knelt in front of her, "Fions, what happened?"
"I don't remember. Well I remember some of it," Fiona paused clearly thinking really hard before she spoke, "I was walking to the store and then I felt someone shove me and then everything went black."
Imogen looked at her sadly and put her hand on top of Fiona's.
"How did you know I was here? I just woke up a little while ago and they haven't really told me anything yet about what happened or what's wrong," Fiona asked.
"Natalie called me and I'm sure they'll tell you soon," Imogen said truthfully.
"Hope so because I'd kinda like to know what happened and when I can get out of here," Fiona said.
"Let me guess, not looking forward to the possibility of having to eat hospital food," Imogen said jokingly but also seriously.
Fiona made a face to emphasize how nasty it is and said, "I definitely don't want that to happen. I can't stand hospital food."
"I had a feeling," Imogen said smiling at her innocently.
Imogen felt her phone buzz in her pocket and pulled it out to see the message she had just received. "Are you here?" the message from Natalie read. Imogen responded with a 'yes' before putting her phone back in her pocket. She assumed either that Natalie would come up and check on them when she could or that she just wanted to see if Imogen made it there safely.
Within a couple of minutes Natalie knocked on the door before walking inside with another doctor. Imogen assumed it was the one who actually knew what was going on considering Natalie usually wouldn't even be in this part of the hospital because she doesn't do this kind of thing. Natalie smiled at the two of them before the other doctor spoke up.
"Hello, Fiona. You can call me . It's good to see that you're awake now and I'm sure you have lots of questions. Is there anything you want to know now?" the doctor asked kindly.
"Do you know what happened and when I can leave?" Fiona asked.
"Well all that I know so far is that you were apparently pushed down some stairs and you hit your head. The police are talking to some witnesses now because they believe that it was intentional. Other than that I don't know much about what happened. Luckily you should be able to leave tomorrow morning after we keep you overnight to make sure everything's okay. Although we will most likely release you tomorrow you're probably going to need to take a couple of days off from school. I'm sure you'll be fine with that though," said smiling at the girls.
Fiona nodded her head and continued talking.
"What I do know is that you took quite a powerful blow to that head of yours. I'm a bit surprised that you didn't sustain any kind of memory loss besides your memory of the initial accident. If you haven't noticed already you did need some stitches on your forehead but those should heal up rather quickly. And everything else is pretty minor so after we observe everything to make extra sure you're all good, you should be set," said finishing up everything he had to say.
Imogen stopped paying attention when he started checking Fiona's blood pressure and all that because she couldn't quite realize why she hadn't noticed the stitches Fiona had. When he mentioned stitches she was shocked because she hadn't seen them but when she looked again there they were. They weren't even really that hidden, actually they were pretty obvious. Imogen finally realized that she was probably so blinded by her own thoughts that it didn't register in her mind.
Eventually finished what he needed to and left the room leaving the girls there with Natalie who was patiently waiting near them. "Imogen, can I talk to you real quick out in the hall? I have to get back to work soon." Natalie said motioning to the door.
Imogen reluctantly followed her out the door and Natalie closed it gently before turning to her daughter.
"I know that you're really worried about Fiona but I do expect that you go to school this week," Natalie said pausing, "Maybe you can pick up her work and everything but I expect you to be there."
Imogen nodded in response because she honestly wasn't up for arguing or talking back to her mother.
Natalie picked up on Imogen's lack of response and added one other thing, "You are supposed to be at my house this week but for this week only I'll allow you to stay at Fiona's if you really want to. And this is only because I know she needs to rest and that you can help her and maybe it'll make up for you having to go to school all week."
Imogen smiled widely extremely satisfied with Natalie's offer. After all she was breaking her own rules and Imogen hadn't really had an opportunity like this before. Little did Natalie know that they only had school for 3 days this week so it was a total bonus that she could spend all that time with Fiona and not have Natalie down her back about getting home in time for curfew.
"Thanks so much." Imogen said happily hugging her mom.
"No problem but this is a onetime thing," Natalie said.
"Of course," Imogen said not really wanting to push the subject any further.
Natalie looked at her watch, "Looks like I have to go. I'll see you later. Also I expect at least a phone call or two over the week just to check in. Okay?"
"Sure thing," Imogen said watching her mom turn around and walk away.
Imogen opened the door and skipped over to Fiona smiling and humming the whole time.
"What's got you so happy all of a sudden?" Fiona asked smiling at her girlfriends' perkiness.
"Natalie said I can stay at your house this week so long as I go to school," Imogen said.
"Seriously?" Fiona said slightly shocked with what Imogen was telling her.
"I was surprised too. She's never been so, I don't even know the word," Imogen said smiling a bit.
"I get what you mean, Im," Fiona said touching her hand gently.
"So I'll stay here with you and then in the morning we can head back to the loft, sound good?" Imogen asked taking Fiona's hand and drawing spirals on her palm.
"Of course," Fiona said pausing, "But Im, I actually need you to go to school tomorrow to get the work I'm gonna miss for the week."
"But Fiona, I don't want to go. I'd rather stay with you," Imogen protested.
"I know sweetie, but I can't miss the whole week and then try to make up for it later. Please go for me?" Fiona asked.
"Fine," Imogen agreed not wanting to argue with her considering the fact that she's hurt enough already.
"Promise?"
"I promise," Imogen said and she truly meant it at the time.