It was hard for me to open my eyes, there was a bright light being shone into them and deep voices surrounding me. My body was tense and sore as if I fell off of the bed and landed on my shoulder the wrong way. My eyes flutter open whenever I hear her voice; that voice brought me back and I try to sit up but im being held down. I can hear her voice but I can't see her, I have no idea what's going on and I don't like that feeling. It's like, whenever it's completely pitch black outside and your eyes haven't adjusted yet and you can hear a noise coming from behind you. But whenever you turn around, you can't make out whatever the noise belongs too.
Looking around the room, or wherever my sight will reach, I still can't find her. I have no idea who the people around me are either but I can see Mr. Carlin and whenever I open my mouth to get his attention, nothing comes out. I look up at the guy to my right, the guy who's shinning the light into my eyes and he gives me a soft smile, "Hey there," He says, grabbing the attention from the guy to my left. "How are you feeling, ma'am?" He asks me and his tone makes it seem like he really wants to know.
But I can't speak, so I nod. They're dressed in scrubs and I take in the room im in and it's the hospital I notice finally, I look to the guy who was on my left to see who he's talking too but I still can't move into a sitting position. Without warning, the feeling of throwing up hits my throat and luckily the guy who spoke to me earlier noticed the reaction on my face and held that pink container under my mouth while giving me an extra hand on propping my head up so I don't choke on the vomit.
"Let it out Miss Davies, its okay." He told me in a soothing voice but it wasn't as soothing as the voice I heard before that I don't hear anymore. "Looks like you have a low tolerance for morphine." He still has a soft smile on his face but all I can do is nod before another wave of throwing up hits me.
After about twenty minutes, I felt better now that it was out of my system but I still felt like a bus hit me. Everyone around me continued to talk to one another like I wasn't even there; I opened my mouth again to speak but didn't have the strength to say anything so I closed it. Whenever I heard her voice again, I looked around but still did not see her; I was beginning to think that her voice was all in my head.
"Ashley honey," I look up and my eyes meet with Mrs. Carlin, I send her a half-hearted smile because I don't have the strength to give her a bigger one, "How are you feeling?" She touches my hand and I flinch, her hands were cold but her scrubs were bloody. I send her a confused look, what exactly happened? It was like she had read my mind, excused everyone from the room and took a sit on the edge of the bed and explained everything to me. "Caleb had followed you to the house and whenever he saw the two people pointing their guns at you, he shot one, one shot you, and you fell, hitting your head on the end table and you instantly were unconscious." She looked at me, waiting for my reaction, "Everyone else is okay though, one of the guys got away somehow im not too sure but the girl that your friend had shot is in custody now," She smiled lightly down at me but I still said nothing. "I hope you didn't mind me being your doctor," She laughed trying to lighten the mood a bit and I smiled up at her.
"Thank Mrs. C," I replied to everything she had told me in a raspy voice.
"I know Spencer is just worried sick about you so I'll go get her from the waiting room, would you like some ice cubes to suck on?" Her eyes were filled with a motherly comfort, something I had never gotten from my own mother. I nodded in response, not able to speak.
So I continued to lay there, waiting for her and the ice cubes to arrive. I look down at my body, I don't have a shirt on and I instantly become self conscious, though my torso is bandaged up, im still worried about who all saw me like this. Before I got to worry too much though, the door swung open and she walked inside, set down the cup of ice and just stood there looking at me. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying and her cheeks were tearstained, she continued to stand there and I mentally started to freak out again.
Opening my mouth to say something to break the silence, knowing that I wouldn't be able to speak anyways, she instantly cuts me off by bringing my face into her hands and kissing me ever so lightly that I wasn't even sure that she was actually kissing me until I ran out of breath. She pulled away, her hands still on the sides of my face, "Don't ever scare me like that again." She said in the stern voice that sounded a lot like her mothers and tears started to spill again down her face. She leaned her forehead against mine, "I don't ever want to see you like that again, baby; I love you."
And then the world stopped spinning, time stood still, it was only us that existed ever in the world and all of the other good stuff. She pulled away from me and looked at me, mentally freaking her self out because I haven't responded yet. But whenever she opened her mouth to speak, it was my turn to cut her off by pulling her back down into a kiss with my free hand. I could taste her tears on my lips which made me start crying and whenever we were both out of breath again, she pulled away and leaned her forehead against my own again, "I love you too." I whispered out to her and I could feel the muscles in her forehead tighten, knowing that I just created that smile that was plastered on her face.
We stayed like that for a few minutes before she completely pulled away from me, looking at my body, examining the new damage. "How does your head feel?" She meets my brown eyes with her sad blue eyes, waiting patiently for my answer.
"Uh… it kind of really hurts," I chuckle quietly and send her a small smile, "I could use a kiss though," And she smiled big before leaning down and kissing me again.
She once again pulled away, looked deep into my eyes and her smile dropped, "I thought you weren't going to make it to be honest," She told me as she took a sit on the edge of the bed I was in, "I was terrified," She laughed lightly to keep her composure but looked away, suddenly finding a lot of interest in the cup of ice cubes, "Literally, the first thought in my head was 'I never told her that I love her' and it's been bothering me since I watched you hit the floor," Her voice was small, her eyes on her hands that are lying in her lap, "I uh…" She sniffed, pausing to gain a little more strength. She looked at me, "I love you," She said with all the strength she had in her and I lay there, watching the tears fall from her eyes.
"If I could grab your hand I would, but im a little immobile," We share a light laugh after I motion to the straps that were across my body, finally finding the solution to why I couldn't sit up. She undid the straps and helped me sit up which was very painful and nauseating, "I love you, Spencer, thank you for being there for me." I leaned in to kiss her but she pulled away before I could which made me give her a confused look.
But instead of telling me something that I did wrong or take back her 'I love you', she laughed and she smiled at me which only made me even more confused, "Ash you look funny with the bandaged on your head," And then I joined in with her laughter before she captured my lips in the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced.
After a few days of staying in the hospital, I was finally released with much begging and pleading, eventually Paula got annoyed of me asking and she let me leave. I entered my cold, lonely apartment, throwing my keys down on the kitchen counter before making my way back into my room and into the bathroom to examine the damage for my own eyes. I think that there aren't any mirrors in the hospitals because they don't want the patients to get depressed on how bad they actually look.
Whenever I looked into the mirror, it wasn't as bad as I was picturing in my mind. My left arm is in a sling and my head still has a bandage on it for the rest of the week, after that, then only my arm would still be nursed back to its own. As I was leaving the bathroom, I heard the doorbell, signaling me that someone was at the door waiting for me. Whenever I opened the door, I was faced with two blondes, one tall and one short.
"Ashley!" Colin hugged my legs; he hasn't seen me since that night.
I looked at Spencer who smiled sheepishly, "Sorry about dropping in like this, he just didn't believe me whenever I told him you weren't dead." I leaned in and captured her lips into a sweet kiss, "And I missed those," She confessed as we pulled away.
I moved aside to let the two blondes into the house and after I closed the door, I was captured with another kiss, pinned against the door after Colin had run off to the guest room where he had toys. I pulled away after a minute, completely out of breath, "Shit woman," Spencer laughed at my reaction, "You could knock me out again you know with all the sudden uh… pinning…" I bit my lower lip as she started to unbutton my shirt, causing me to swallow hard, "Um…" My eyes met with hers and I noticed how dark they had gotten within the two minutes she had been here.
She leaned and started to kiss my neck, "Is it weird about how turned on I am to see you right now?" She pulled away and looked at me, patiently waiting for my answer and I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Uh you mean me all bandaged up turns you on?" I look at her and she starts blushing, "I mean… you have some bad timing because I can't do shit wi-"
I stopped talking whenever we both heard a gasp coming down from the little boy who had showed back up in the room, "Mama has to put a dollar in the bad word jar!" He said before making his way into the kitchen.
I looked at Spencer, "Mama?"
There was a new blush that covered her cheeks this time, "Im sorry, Ash, he hasn't stopped calling you that since… well that night we watched you… you know," She looked down at the ground, clearly embarrassed. "I told him-" I cut her off by kissing her, she was cute whenever she rambled but I missed her kisses.
"I love you, Spencer, its okay, really." I said pulling away and smiling at her. "Let's go make something to eat, horn-dog." I said grabbing her hand and leading her towards the kitchen, smiling as she tried to act mad but was glued to my hip no matter what I said.
I know it's short and all but it's an update! Plus, I had to give yall some Spashley interaction! So now I want everyone to hit that little review button and tell me your reactions to the chapter. Also, last weekend I got a tattoo of an old twisted oak tree with birds flying out of it and ending at that bone on your back right before your neck starts, it's on the spine. Do any of you have tattoo's? If so, tell me about them!
