So I know I suck, and I'm not going to promise regular updates, because apparently I suck at those! I blame real life, I wish I could sit at home all day writing these stories and fantasising over Naomily...I mean...but yeah you all know what life is like sometimes!
Thanks to those who have stuck by this story, I owe you big time, and Hello to the newcomers :)
Set after Series 4. Naomi Campbell should have known being with Emily wouldn't be easy, but this time it's something a lot bigger than an affair that's threatening to tear them apart, this time it's a life threatening accident.
Naomi sighs softly, picking at the skin on her thumb, she's anxious to get back into Emily's room. Instead her and the Fitches have been hanging around the door like a bad smell for the past hour, whilst inside a Doctor is putting her girlfriend through multiple tests, for brain damage that Naomi prays isn't there. Katie is fiddling with her phone, tapping away, probably texting Effy the good news hoping it will bring her home. No ones heard from the brunette or Cook since they left, and Naomi can tell the Katie is just as anxious about her as she is about her twin. Naomi sighs again, "How much longer is this going to take?" she glances at Rob. He shrugs, "I don't know love, but it needs to be done", he smiles down at her. She nods softly, because she knows they have to do it, but she just wishes they wouldn't keep them apart for so long.
Suddenly the door opens and the Doctor appears, "Would you like to come inside", he asks. All of them jump up quickly, following him inside, where they find Emily propped up in bed; big hazel eyes staring back at them. Naomi grins and sits on her bed next to her, taking hold of the red heads hand, she turns back to the Doctor who has begun to explain. "So" he makes a point of addressing them all when he speaks, "We've run the tests and it seems Emily has mild brain injuries". Naomi shuffles awkwardly, about to argue back, but he continues. "At the moment Emily is in something we call a vegetative state, she can move her eyes and she can definitely hear and see everything going on around her, but because of the mild injury she is not able to do so herself", he looks at Naomi now, "She'll have to learn most of these things again, and it may take some time".
Naomi frowns, "What about last night? She moved her leg", she questions. The Doctor nods, "Yes she did, however she has been non responsive to any of the motor skill tests taken place today, but the good news is she will move them again, just like last night; but with some time and hard work", he replies. The Blonde looks down into the hazel eyes that are watching her, they look back at her full of sadness, and it breaks Naomi's heart to know Emily is in there and she is fighting to come out. "Now what?" Katie lisps, "Now what do we do?". The Doctor then goes into a long description of routines, physicals and rehabilitation they will do to help Emily learn everything from scratch again, from walking to talking.
When the others go home, after some lengthy, happy tear filled goodbyes; Naomi settles down next to Emily. Encasing her girlfriend in her arms, she squeezes tightly, hoping to maybe squash the old Emily out. "Whatever it takes Em, whatever it takes I will be here, I will help you" she mumbles softly into the redheads chest. She raises her palm, brushing it through Emily's hair; which has grown considerably since the Doctors shaved it off. "You can do it" Naomi states, "You will do it, because you're the strongest Fitch there is, just don't tell Katie I said that".
A week into her rehabilitation Emily shows the first signs of recovery, after a course of physical therapy Emily regains the use of her hands, her fingers flutter as a nurse flexes her muscles for her. "Did you see that", Naomi cries, standing up from the armchair where she has been observing. "Can you move your fingers for me Emily?", the nurse questions the red head, whose staring down at her hands. Emily's hazel eye burn into the digits on her right hand, and as Naomi's hand slides onto the bed, her fingers flicker again. Slowly the Fitch lifts all her fingers off the mattress and when Naomi pushes her hand nearer, Emily lets them fall onto of her girlfriend's smooth skin. Naomi feels electric pulses shoot up her arm as Emily wriggles her fingers between the blondes, and she squeezes slightly, making the blonde look up. Emily's hazel eyes are shining back at her, the sadness is no longer there, they are filled with a new emotion; and Naomi can see them screaming, "I love you" up at her.
And as more days pass, Emily grows stronger, soon she gains back the use of both her arms, and she now uses this new skill to drag her self up in bed. She has also learnt how to lean across and take hold of Naomi's arm, dragging her nearer to the bed, until she's practically on top of her; and it makes Naomi laugh how strong Emily is getting. They cling to each other, every second of the day, their arms entwined and nails digging into palms. The speech therapist has been working wonders and Emily is now grunting and grumbling in response, she can nod or shake her head for yes or no, but when she really disagrees with something she lets out a husky grunt. Recovery is taking its time, Naomi knew it would, and yet everyday she sees more and more of the girl Emily was before sat in front of her.
It's early on a Saturday morning when a vibrating in her pocket awakes Naomi; she stirs slowly, easing her hand away from Emily who is clinging on, just as she has done every night since she regained the use of her digits. Pulling her phone from her pocket, the blonde frowns at the name flashing on the screen, quietly she stands up and makes her way to the door; slipping outside the hospital room not wanting to wake her sleeping girlfriend. "Cook?" she cries, "Where the hell are you?". She has to strain to hear him; the background is loud and busy, like he's at some kind of party. "Blondie" he calls, "Can you hear me?". She rolls her eyes, "Of course I can't hear you, you sound like you're at a bloody rave", she grunts; blushing when an old lady walking past and shakes her head at her. Suddenly the background noise starts to fade, she can only presume he is making his way outside a club, "Cook?".
"I've messed up big time Blondie" Cooks voice suddenly pipes up again, "I've really gone and messed it up big time". A doctor walks past and stares suspiciously at her, Naomi peers through the hospital door window, checking Emily is still asleep; she decides this conversation might require some privacy and decides to make her way outside. "What's happened Cook?", she asks, as she darts through the hospital corridors. The line goes quiet momentarily, the blonde thinks the line may have even gone dead, but then Cook mumbles something; "She's gone". Naomi walks out of the hospital entrance; the fresh air slams into her hard, along with Cookies next words. "I let her have some drugs and she got pretty messed up" he whimpers, "And now she's gone". Naomi slumps on to the nearest bench, "What do you mean she's gone?", she asks; imagining Effy sat in the corner of some club off her rocker again. "I've lost her", he replies, the words sticking in his throat. Then the line goes dead, and no matter how many times she tries to call him back, she gets the same thing; his voicemail.
The sun is just starting to rise when Katie arrives, her hair is scrapped back in a bun, her clothes thrown on in such a rush that Naomi isn't even sure what the hell she is wearing. The Blonde has been sitting on the bench waiting for her, she called her after the twentieth attempt to get through to either of the missing couples phones, both going to voicemail. "I'm going to kill him" Katie lisps, storming over, before she starts pacing up and down. Naomi presses Cooks name again in her contact list, "It's Cookie Monster" his message screams out; before the beep sounds out; she hits cancel and frowns up at the small Fitch stood in front of her. Katie already has her phone to her ear, "Anthea, it's Katie", she cries. She listens for a second, biting down on her lip, "He's lost her!".
You know the drill...although I've made you wait so long for an update, I wouldn't blame you if you made me wait for reviews...or if you didn't even give me any!
Thanks :)