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Oh, maybe you were free,

Before my blackened wing covered you,

I took the sing from your song.


My eyes hurt, the dull ache echoing from them seemed to throb all the way to the back of my skull. I tried to concentrate on what happened before I went to sleep, but there was nothing, I couldn't even remember going to bed. After everything that had happened these past few weeks it was probably some badly cut drugs courtesy of Cook and from the pain radiating through my head I think it damn near killed me.

I could hear myself groan softly as I opened my eyes, I was thirsty and there was a bitter taste in my mouth. It was bright, someone must have opened the curtains, Cook no doubt. Fucking me up on some shitty cut drugs and leaving the curtains open, I was going to throw the bastard out. I squinted my eyes to try and adjust them to the brightness of the room.

Everything was out of focus, but suddenly there was the outline of people standing over me, one of them looking an awful lot like a nurse... Jesus Christ, the bastard had hospitalised me! Fuck throwing him out, I was going to rip his balls off.

I could hear my name being called... It sounded like Emily and a feeling of hopelessness hit me, there was no chance of keeping this a secret from her if she was here to see it. I wanted to raise my hands to cover my face, try and block out the brightness, but my arms felt too heavy to move.

My eyes started to find their focus, gradually adjusting to the light. Emily was one of the figures standing over me, but for the first time in weeks when we made eye contact there was no disgust, no anger at the state I had got myself in, I just saw warmth. I could see her mouth moving, but the words didn't make any sense. I couldn't... I ... Why couldn't I understand what she was saying?

"Naomi?"

My head lulled to the right. My mum was gripping onto my hand, tears brimming in her eyes. Oh God, I'd really fucked up if my mum was here as well. What the hell had happened?

Pain.

I flinched as it tore through my stomach my eyes clenching shut, something had happened there. Something had hurt me. There was a man, he tried to hurt Emily, he hurt me instead. I couldn't... There was something... I couldn't focus on the memory.

"Naomi, can you open your eyes for me please?" My eyes blinked open, I understood, the words being said around me began to have meaning again. The nurse who's silhouette I noticed when I first opened my eyes was standing over me again, her hand offering me a small plastic cup of water. She brought it to my lips tilting it gently, it wasn't enough but at least it didn't feel so dry any more. She placed the cup back on the cabinet beside me, "You're in hospital, you had an accident. Could you tell me your name?"

"Naomi Campbell," my throat felt tight when I spoke, my voice barely rising above a hoarse whisper. I felt a wave of tiredness sweep over me as she scribbled something on the clipboard she was holding, if Cook and I got home at the usual time after one of our benders then I couldn't have slept for very long.

"And how old are you Naomi?" My eyes shut again, I was so tired, I could hear someone calling my name again. "Naomi, can you tell me how old you are?"

I sighed, and opened my eyes again, "18."

"Good, do you recognise these people around you?"

I nodded gently, my eyes squinting shut at the pain that shot through my head at the slight movement. "That's my mother and that's my-" my eyes locked with Emily's again, my voice faltering, I wasn't sure she was my anything any more, "that's Emily Fitch."

"Ok, and how are you feeling, is there any pain? Any nausea?"

"Mmm, my head," I tried to move my hand up to touch it, but my arms could barely move off the bed.

"I'll see about getting you some pain killers, you're due your next batch soon. I'm going to put a call in for your doctor to come down as well, he'll be glad to hear you're awake." She returned the clipboard to the end of the bed and looked over to my mum. "If you would like we can explain medically what has happened to Naomi, but I think the details of what happened would be best coming from one of you." She nodded her agreement as we all watched the nurse leave the room.

The room fell silent after the nurse left, my mum and Emily were exchanging glances from either side of the bed. My eyes started to lose focus again, I just wanted to go back to sleep for a little while. "Hey, no, Naomi open your eyes dear, come on."

I hadn't even realised I'd closed them, but mum was standing over me , her thumb stroking my cheek. "There you are, I know you're tired Naomi, but try and stay awake until the doctor gets here ok?" I nod gently again, forgetting the pain that coursed through my skull the last time. "And try to stop nodding dear, you've got a mouth, use it." She was smiling at me, but I could still see tears ready to fall from her eyes.

"I'm going to get us some tea, give you two some time, if that's ok Emily?" She was looking up and I saw one of the tears spill down her cheek. I wasn't surprised she was leaving to get tea, I was surprised that she didn't have a thermos of it with her.

"Yeah, I- Thanks Gina." I saw them exchange glances again and wondered if Emily had told her about what I'd done. She was already leaning down and kissing me on the cheek before I could ask her, squeezing Emily's arm on the way out the room.

"Do you, do you want some more water?" She was nervous I could tell.

"Please."

She filled the cup to the top before walking over to the side of the bed again, her hand trembling as she brought it to my lips. I could feel the dryness disappearing from my throat with every mouthful, couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief when she eventually moved the empty cup away. "Thanks, God, I'm so tired."

"I know, but you need to stay awake, Gina needs to see you properly before you go back to sleep." I hummed my agreement, but I was confused, I didn't understand why my mum was here, the last time I'd spoken to her she'd been hundreds of miles away, how did she even get here so quickly?

"Do you remember anything about what happened Naomi?" I looked up at the ceiling, trying to focus on the memory from earlier, I remembered the kitchen, something happened in the kitchen.

"I- There's something there, I just can't focus on it. I remember going to the kitchen, Cook was there, I think, I can't, I can't remember actually seeing him though." I closed my eyes trying to picture the kitchen. "We argued? I think we had an argument? I remember being angry."

"It wasn't Cook you were arguing with Naomi-" she was right, it wasn't Cook it was someone else, I nodded my head forwards again, the same pain from early shooting through it. It hit me then. My head, something happened to my head. I gasped as pain shot through the back of my skull, I remembered being slammed against something. My eyes flew to Emily's. It was in the kitchen, there was a man it wasn't Cook though, I was holding onto his chest and he was slamming me into the door, oh God I remembered the pain.

I could feel my breathing pick up, he wanted to hurt Emily, I think he was trying to kill her, why was he trying to kill her? "Naomi, Naomi! Calm down!" Suddenly Emily's hands were gripping mine, her worried face hovering over me. As my breathing started to slow, she pulled a chair closer to the bed, her hands holding onto mine again once she'd sat down, her thumbs drawing circles on the backs of them.

My breathing had almost returned to normal when she dropped our eye contact and let go of my hands, her arms resting out across my body, her head buried in them as she started to cry. Minutes passed before she looked at me again. "I'm sorry Naomi," sobs started racking her body, "it should have been me, he was there for me and even after everything I've done to you, you still fought him, you still saved me. I'm so sorry, please, it should have been me."

I felt a familiar ache rising in my chest, looking at Emily in that moment I remembered the roof top. Her eyes were blood shot, her lip pulling between her teeth with each sob, her cheeks wet with tears. I couldn't remember what had happened or who the man in the kitchen was, but something bad was going to happen to Emily and I'd saved her, that didn't mean anything had changed though. I'd still cheated on Emily, destroyed our relationship, but now there was a chance, a chance for us to at least talk instead of the endless silence we'd been living in before.

"I think, we had, we have a lot to talk about Ems and I still don't understand what happened last night, but please." I cupped her chin and forced her to look at me. "You have to know I love you Emily, I love you so much it was killing me, because really I'd die for you Emily Fitch, so don't you ever apologise for me saving you, because even though I don't know what happened, I do know I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat."

"Last night?" My mums voice perked up from the doorway and Emily quickly wiped at the tears on her face. "Naomi, it's been over three weeks."

Three weeks? Jesus.


A/N: As if I could kill Naomi, I'm not Jess Brittain... Ack! It's still too soon to joke about it.

I'm off on holiday for a couple of weeks from Monday, I'll try and get a chapter up on my return. Latorz aligatorz.