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Chapter Eleven
The nurse looked back at the waiting area and sighed, she could see the irritated brunette watching her. "A Ms. Ashley Davies." Spencer bolted up, not believing what she was hearing. The nurse took this as a bad thing and shook her head. "I'll tell her to leave right away."
"No!" Spencer shouted, grabbing the nurse's hand. "Let her back, please?" The nurse nodded and motioned for Ashley to be allowed back in the ER. "Ashley, what are you doing here?"
Ashley tried to smile as she got closer to Spencer, but seeing her hurt, she just couldn't. "I'm here to see you of course."
"How?"
"Whitney called me this morning. I hopped on the earliest flight I could." Spencer nodded and pulled Ashley into a hug, ignoring the immense pain the pressure on her ribs was causing. "Spence, you should lay back down."
"Why is everyone telling me what to do? And why is it always for me to lay down?" Ashley shook her head and chuckled, glad to see her girlfriend hadn't been completely affected by what happened. "Fine, I'll lay down, but only because you told me to."
"Good." Ashley sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed Spencer's hand. "Damn Spence, if I had known your roommate would have freaked out like that, I would have never sent you that poster."
"It's not your fault Ashley."
"I know, but-" Ashley started but was cut off as Spencer leaned up and kissed her. "Okay." Spencer half smiled and closed her eyes. "You get some rest sweetie, I'm not going anywhere."
"I love you Ashley."
"I love you too Spence."
Whitney watched as Spencer fell asleep, her face actually looking peaceful now that Ashley was with her. Missy walked up beside her. "Is that Ashley?" Whitney nodded and watched as the brunette kissed Spencer's forehead and caressed her cheek with her free hand, never letting go of the grip she had on Spencer's. "Ashley must really love Spencer, to have flown all the way out here. She is definitely going to be missing classes."
"I don't think Ashley really cares about school. I've only know Spencer for four days but I feel like I've known her and Ashley forever. Ashley is all Spencer talks about. I think the only reason why Ashley even applied to college is because Spencer wanted her to." Missy nodded. "Come on, I feel like I'm intruding, lets go to the cafeteria downstairs."
All the nurses watched as Spencer's friends left and then turned their attention to Spencer again. It was only a few minutes later that they too felt like they were intruding on something and looked away. A few of the nurses and doctors called their spouses at home, just to say "I love you."
Ashley felt like her and Spencer were the only two people in the room. She hated that she wasn't the one Spencer had run to. She hated that Spencer had to go through this at all. Something had to change, and Ashley had already started formulating a plan to do that. First thing would be getting Spencer out of her dorm room or getting that bitch Jess out of there. That was the easy part and could be done with Spencer knowing. The rest, well, Ashley would have to figure out a way to do it without Spencer finding out.
Ashley moved to a chair that was near Spencer's bed and watched the blonde sleep. Her thumb was unconsciously rubbing circles on Spencer's hand, hoping to sooth the pain enough that Spencer would remain sleeping peacefully. This was worse than what happened on Club Day, all that time ago. Spencer was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and got caught in the middle. This time though, this hatred, it was focused on her. This wasn't an accidental elbow to the face. This Jess girl purposely hurt Spencer, and she was going to pay.
Whitney and Missy had gone back to the ER but saw that Ashley was still there and decided to head back to campus. They were no longer needed at Spencer's side, a substitute for the girl who was now there, holding her hand. Whitney held tightly onto Missy's hand as they walked to their building. A few people sent looks their way, but Whitney's glare and the coldness of her eyes stopped them quick. The two girls stopped right in front of Missy's door and dropped hands, so Missy could go inside.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" Missy looked up from the lock and at Whitney, a little shocked at her question. "I don't want to be alone tonight."
"You won't be alone tonight. Let's go." Missy grabbed Whitney's hand again and led her to her room. "Where's your key?" Whitney reached in her pocket and handed Missy her key. Missy quickly unlocked the door and they went inside. Missy looked around and saw the towel, most likely forever stained now, that Whitney has used to clean up some of Spencer's wounds as she slept. "Lay down sweetie. I'm gonna clean up some of this stuff."
"You don't have to do that."
Missy turned to Whitney and pulled her close. "I know I don't have to, but I want to. Let me take care of you tonight Whitney. Please?" Whitney nodded, removing her jacket, and climbed into bed, not even bothering to change into pajamas. Missy watched as her eyes reluctantly closed. Throwing the towel and other first aid supplies in the trash, Missy couldn't help but think about what had happened to Spencer. She knew Whitney blamed herself, for allowing Spencer to go back to her dorm by herself, but how were they supposed to know what Jess would do.
Missy turned and looked at Whitney. The girl was beautiful, that was certain, but it wasn't your typical supermodel beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful, both inside and out. Missy knew not everyone got to see the real Whitney. In fact, she figured her and Spencer were the only ones to see the real Whitney. From what little Missy knew about Ashley, it seemed like she was the same, but Missy had only seen the loving, caring side of her back at the hospital, when she thought no one was paying attention, or didn't care if anyone was.
Sighing, Missy climbed in the tiny dorm bed with Whitney, glad that she had a single. She wrapped her arms around Whitney's waist and let out a soft chuckle as the brunette shifted so she was facing Missy, her face now buried in Missy's shoulder. Missy softly brushed a few strands of hair back and left butterfly kisses along Whitney's furrowed forehead, trying to ease the frown lines. "I love you Whitney."
The next morning, Spencer opened her eyes and smiled as she saw Ashley. She couldn't believe the feisty brunette had flown all the way back to Ohio, only a couple days after leaving. That's it, she thought, I'm transferring to UCLA next year. I can't stand being away from Ashley. Spencer went to stretched but one arm was stopped short. She looked down and noticed Ashley, even in her sleep, had a death grip on her hand. She chuckled softly and reached to her girlfriend. Ashley's eyes fluttered open. "Hey baby."
"Hey you." Ashley leaned forward and softly kissed Spencer, careful of her lip. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore, tired, both physically and emotional, but also, the best I have in the past couple days. You're here with me." Ashley blushed and sat on the edge of the bed. "Do you know when I get out of here?"
"Nope. They won't tell me anything, not family." Spencer nodded, her mother did work in a hospital so she kind of already knew the answer to her question. "So, I know what happened, Whitney explained when she called me, but, where are you hurt?"
"Um, I have a couple broken ribs, my ankle is sprained," Spencer stopped as she saw tears forming in Ashley's eyes. "Ashley, please tell me you aren't blaming yourself again."
Ashley chuckled. "You know me too well Spence."
"Stop it. Stop blaming yourself. Jess is the only one at fault. Damn, you and Whitney."
"Whitney what?"
"She's blaming herself for this too. I mean, it was my plan to leave her and Missy alone. I knew I was going to be going to my dorm by myself." Spencer looked up at Ashley. "Ashley, I wish I knew what I could say so you would stop blaming yourself. I would say I forgive you but there is nothing to forgive." Ashley nodded and wiped the tears away with her free hand. "Also, I kind of need to stretch, think you could let go of my hand long enough for me to do that?"
"Oh, haha, yea, sorry." Ashley brought Spencer's hand to her lips and kissed every knuckle before letting go.
Spencer smirked and stretched both arms high then winced in pain as she realized she was probably better off before doing that. "Damn ribs." Spencer brought her arms back down and grabbed Ashley's hand. "So, what are you going to do about your classes? Hmm?"
"Don't worry about it." Spencer glared at Ashley. "I'll take winter courses and summer courses if I have to so I don't fall behind. Trust me, I don't want to go to college for five years." Spencer chuckled. "I'm gonna stay with you until you are alright by yourself, even if it means I don't leave until after Thanksgiving."
"Well, not that I wouldn't enjoy your lovely company that long, but I hope it doesn't come to that." Ashley nodded, understanding what Spencer meant. "Where the hell is my doctor? I just wanna get outta here now."
"I'm right here and all you need to do is sign this little piece of paper and you can leave. Oh, and get your prescription filled at the pharmacy."
Spencer blushed and took the clipboard, quickly signing. The doctor handed Ashley the script and walked out. A nurse brought a wheelchair over and helped Spencer in to. "She's all yours ma'am."
Ashley smirked. "She definitely is." Both the nurse and Spencer blushed at Ashley's comment but she didn't seem to notice. Spencer was getting out of the hospital and Ashley would be with her until she had recovered enough to be alone. Ashley meant what she said before Spencer fell asleep the night before, she wasn't going anywhere.
Did ya'll really think it would be anyone else? :0) Chapter 12 should be posted soon!
