I'm so stupid sometimes. I made Shane sick last chapter and I don't even know why. So im gonna have to stop being lazy and do some research…right now. My mom says I shouldn't type without my wirst guard on but im too lazy to get up and put it on so im being a rebel and typing without it. It's like 2am and I missed Demi's performance in Chile. I heard she was walking around the beach in a red wig trying to disguise herself but then she realized that she had actually died her hair red…lmfao. Only demi would do something like that. So lemme go do my research and try not to get distracted. Brb.
1 hour later…. I figured out Shane's problem! What would the world do without Google? Now we can continue the story(: thank you so much for reviewing! I love you guys for reviewing and encouraging me to keep going! :D
Arranged Love
I woke up on a hard yet tender surface, a groan escaping my lips as I tried to turn my neck. I had obviously slept the wrong way on my pillows last night. I felt around my bed, eyes still shut, for my glasses so when I had enough energy to finally open my eyes I could actually see some stuff. I stopped when I felt hair on my pillows. Had I been shedding? I opened my eyes only to be greeted by a blurry person's body. Last night rushed back to me and I widened my eyes. It was Shane I had fallen asleep on.
I felt his forehead again only to realize he still had a fever. What was wrong with him? I'm really not a doctor and people usually take care of me. Was it wrong that I cared about him even though he was a complete jerk to me sometimes?
I heard him moan underneath me and sat up, waiting for him to finally awake. His eyes fluttered open and he looked so tired despite how much sleep he had gotten last night.
"Shane, does anything hurt?" I asked, touching my cool hand to his cheek. He placed his hand over mine and tried to give me a smile.
"Just my stomach, my head feels fine," he answered, his voice wavering. I decided to go get him some water. He probably just had the flu.
"Just stay lying down. I'm gonna go get you some water," I demanded and he nodded his head before turning on his side and closing his eyes.
Oh God, I had never taken care of a sick person before. Maybe I should just call his doctor and get him to come check him out. Problem is I had no idea who his doctor was. I carefully padded down the stairs clutching my hoodie closer to my body and squinting my eyes, which really didn't help my vision. Ugh, I should've just grabbed my glasses before I left.
I swung open the door to the refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of Fiji water off of the bottom shelf and then getting a cup of orange juice for him to drink. Cassie always gave me orange juice on the rare occasions when I actually was sick.
I turned around and headed back to his room, careful not to spill anything on his expensive carpet. I set the drinks down on the bedside table next to his undrunken coffee and leaned down so I was face to face with him.
"Shane you need to wake up and drink something. I don't want you to get dehydrated," I said, lightly patting his cheek. Wait a second, he wasn't snoring. Uh oh, this can't be good.
"Shane?" I gently shook his shoulders, trying to get him to wake up. I put two fingers to his neck to check his pulse and damn near panicked when I could barely feel it. "Shane!" I yelled more frantically, desperately shaking him even harder. He didn't even show any signs of waking up. I took deep breaths before grabbing my phone off the night stand and dialing 911, waiting impatiently for them to answer the phone.
"911 answering, what is your emergency?" a woman asked as I ran my hands through my hair and tried to control my breathing.
"I need an ambulance, my boyfriend passed out!" I said frantically, wringing my hands in the air.
"What is your address?" the woman asked in the same voice as I tried to recall the street we were on.
"6934 Sunset Boulevard, please hurry!" I begged, tears springing in my eyes. The woman said one was on the way and I hung up the phone, rushing back to Shane's side.
"Shane, it's gonna be okay," I choked out, trying more to reassure myself since I was sure he couldn't hear me. I ran out of his room to get my shoes on just as the doorbell rang. I rushed down the stairs and flung the door open, breathing out a sigh of relief when I saw the paramedics there with a stretcher.
"He's upstairs," I led them up to Shane's room and watched in horror as they lifted his near lifeless body onto the stretcher and carried him back outside. I grabbed my phone before following him out the door and into the ambulance. God, there was paparazzi everywhere. Did these people not sleep?
"Mitchie, what happened to Shane? Is it true that you're pregnant Mitchie? What's going on between you and Tess?" I ignored them and climbed into the ambulance, grabbing Shane's hand for dear life. I really hoped he was okay.
*Arranged Love*
Breaking News: America's favorite bad boy has been rushed to the hospital! There has been no information released on why this popstar is in the ER but we did catch Mitchie Torres following him into the ambulance with puffy eyes. *shows picture of Mitchie looking out at the paparazzi* We are still waiting for word from Gray's PR team but our thoughts and prayers are with his family…and his rumored girlfriend, Mitchie Torres.
I rolled my eyes before turning away from the TV. It had been an hour since Shane had been rushed here and my brain was on the fritz. I had called Nate who had promised to get my glasses from the house and alert the rest of his family an hour ago and I was becoming restless. Had he not woken up? Could they not figure out what was wrong with him? Was it something really serious?
I wiped at my eyes and brought my knees up to my chest. This chair wasn't all that comfortable. I wish they would at least allow me to go into his room. It's times like these when I hate authority figures.
"Mitch?" I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned my head, noticing Nate hovering over me with my glasses in hand. I jumped up and attacked him with a hug, tears flooding my eyes once again. I fought to blink them back and let go, a weak smile tugging at my lips.
"They haven't given me any news on what's wrong with him yet. They won't even let me go in," I breathed out, gratefully sliding my glasses onto my nose. Finally everything was clear again.
"Do you need anything else like food or something?" Nate asked, taking a seat next to me. I smiled at him and shook my head; I haven't even thought about eating anything.
"I'll be right back. I left a package in the car," I quirked an eyebrow at his retreating figure but let it go and rested my head against the wall, closing my eyes and trying not to think of the worst.
"Shane Gray?" my eyes popped open and I hopped up, instantly walking up to the doctor.
"Is he okay?" I asked, as the doctor looked through some papers and gave me a warm smile.
"Yes, it's just the symptoms of his drinking habit dying down," Doctor Oz (couldn't resist) calmly explained as my eyebrows sewed together in confusion.
"Drinking problem? Shane doesn't have a drinking problem," I said slowly, running my hands through my tingled locks.
"Yes he does. Shane used to be a heavy drinker. Not so much to get cancer but he was almost there. He's stopped in the past few months and the symptoms he's been having are signs of his body getting used to the withdrawl of alcohol. He should be back to normal in a few days. But if not, you can come back and see me," Dr. Oz explained as I smiled in relief.
"Can I go see him? Is he awake?" I questioned, looking in the direction of Shane's room.
"Yes but please be very quiet," Dr. Oz instructed and I smiled gratefully before walking past him and into Shane's room. There was Shane, his eyes closed lightly and an IV stuck into his hand. He was in a hospital gown which made me want to laugh but I kept quiet and just sat in the seat next to him, waiting for him to open his eyes.
"Hey Shane," I greeted as his eyes fluttered open again. A smile graced his features as he caught my eye. He made an attempt to sit up and I jumped up to help him, cautiously sitting on the edge of his bed.
"What happened?" he asked, rubbing his forehead.
"Your body is adjusting to the lack of alcohol you've been digesting," I said quietly, playing with my fingers.
"Oh yeah. My publicist said that I should calm down with my drinking habits…it's all about the image," he muttered the last part so quietly that I almost didn't hear him.
"Well it's not good for you anyways. You scared me to death this morning. I'm not really the best person to be taking care of sick people," I said, as Shane rolled his eyes and caught my hand, giving me a real smile.
"You did a pretty good job. Thank you Mitchie. You could've just let me sleep it off but you actually cared," Shane thanked as my smile grew even wider.
I shrugged my shoulders and intertwined our fingers, causing him to smile even wider too. "I would hope that if I were ever sick you would do the same thing for me".
He just nodded as a squeal errupted in the room and I whipped my head around towards the entrance only to see a hyper looking Sophie spring into the room, her brown hair flying behind her. Nate came in after followed by an exasperated curly brunette who grabbed Nate's shoulder and tried to catch her breath.
"Sophie," I whisper yelled, catching the little girl's attention. She jumped into my arms and gave me a toothy grin, cocking her head to the side.
"What's your name?" she asked with a smile.
"Mitchie but you have to use your whisper voice so Shane can get some rest," I put a finger up to my lips and Sophie smiled even wider, hopping off of my lap and into the chair I was just in.
"Mimi, are you Uncle Shane's girlfriend?" Sophie asked as I heard Shane scoff behind me. I smiled, never letting go of Shane's hand.
"Yeah, I am," I said. An annoying click clack of heels was heard and I rolled my eyes, already guessing who the heels belonged to. Enter Tess Tyler, in all of her gaudy glory. She flicked her blonde hair off of her shoulder and glared at me. I returned the favor.
"Actually, that title has been taking for quite a while now," Tess said, tossing me another one of her looks. How she heard our conversation I'll never know.
"Tess what are you doing here?" Shane croaked, as I settled even closer to him, just to piss Tess off.
"Oh baby, you're in the hospital. Of course I would be here for you," Tess said in her whiny voice, causing me to roll my eyes.
"You weren't there for him when he was drinking alcohol. Surely you knew about his little problem, I'm sure you were the cause of it too," I spat, narrowing my eyes at her.
"Excuse me?" she questioned, shifting all of her weight to her left foot and placing a bony hand on her bony hip.
"Did I stutter? People usually drink out of stress and you obviously stress a lot of people out. You should just go. Its family only right now," I said, releasing Shane's hand to get up in her face. She had about two inches over me but I wasn't easily imtimidated…obviously.
"Shane is mine, Bitchie. And it will stay like that forever," Tess sneered, shooting daggers into my eyes.
"Well I guess forever is shorter than we thought. Leave Tess, we don't want you here," and with that Tess marched out of the room and I just smirked at her retreating figure.
The game has begun…
I love early morning drama. Haha, bye I have to get ready for church! (: thanks for reading!
