Chapter 11-Savin Me

-Intensive Care Unit-
(Adelia's POV)

When I woke up all I could hear was beeping, I looked around and I was surrounded by machines. I tried to move my arms but they were cuffed to the bed.

I closed my eyes again. Damn, I was still alive.

"Adelia, sweetie..."

I looked over and saw my mom's worried face next to my bed, my dad was standing next to her.

"Hi mom, hi dad..."

They both looked as if they had been crying, now I really wish I was dead, so I wouldn't have to explain anything to them.

"Jo, Nathan, and Justin would be in here, but the doctor doesn't want to many people in here with you, we can't even stay to long I'm afraid, they don't want to stress you out."

I nodded, she was smoothing out my hair with her hand and smiling down at me.

"Why did you do it Adelia?"

I looked over at my dad, how was I supposed to answer that? If I told them the truth they would never understand.

"I'm just sick of all the bullshit."

My parents were taken back by my language, but I didn't really care.

"What are you talking about?"

I sighed. "I really don't want to talk about it right now..."

My mom started to say something, but dad stopped her.

"Honey, I think it's best if we go on out to the waiting room..."

Mom nodded, then leaned down and kissed me on the forehead.

"We'll be back as soon as we can." I nodded and they walked out.

This is the problem when you try to commit suicide...if you don't succeed, then you have to deal with the repercussions of your actions, like, all the mental healing the hospital makes you go through. At this very moment I'm sure the doctors are prescribing tons of therapy, I'll be going to a therapist until I croak.

My wrist hurt like hell, apparently the Vicodin had worn off...

The doctor opened the glass sliding door and stepped in. She was followed by two nurses, they switched out the empty bag of blood for a new full one. One uncuffed me, I moved my arms around, they were sore as hell.

She smiled down at me. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I almost died."

She nodded. "You almost did, but luckily you didn't."

"Damn."

She looked taken back by my comment, but chose to ignore it. "You lost a lot of blood, but we're taking care of that right now..."

I nodded, the door opened again and my mom walked through. She gave me a smile, I turned back to the doctor.

"How soon until I can leave?"

She sighed. "Three days in ICU atleast."

I scoffed. "You're fucking with me right?"

"No, afraid not...then after that, depending on your mental state, we might have to send you to phsyc ward."

"Note to self: Next time, cut a little deeper."

"Adelia, stop it."

I looked over at my mom, she was glaring at me.

"Well, I have a feeling we'll be seeing you in phsyc ward for the next few weeks..."

The doctor turned and walked out. I sat there for a while, neither me or my mom said anything.

Then, out of no where, I started sobbing. My body was shaking from how hard I was crying. I sat up and just cried.

My mom made a move to hug me.

"Don't fucking touch me!"

I cried like this for nearly ten minutes straight. My chest was hurting from all the gasping I was doing. "Make it stop! Sedate me! Do something!" It wouldn't stop, and I don't know why.

Mom called for the nurses, they came in a gave me a mild sedative to calm me down. I fell into a restless sleep.

-3 Hours Later-

"Don't, she doesn't want to be touched."

I woke up to my moms voice...who was she talking to?

I rolled over to face the doors and was shocked to see Josef. He looked terrified, he was standing right next to my bed, just looking down at me.

"I'm sorry, I would have gotten here sooner, but the airport was nuts."

I didn't say anything, just stared up at him. He put out his hand and rubbed my cheek. I closed my eyes and grabbed his hand with mine.

"I thought you said you never wanted to see me again?"

He sighed. "I thought that's what you wanted me to say..."

I pulled on his hand a little, he sat down on the edge of the bed, then laid back so we were eye to eye. I snuggled closer to him, and he pulled me into his arms.

At that point, nothing mattered, my wrist didn't hurt, being in ICU for three days didn't seem to bad, and the long stay in phsyc ward was a mini vacation. Nothing could bother me, because Josef was there.

I was safe again.

-Next Morning-

When I woke up Josef was gone, he probably went off to get something to eat, it wouldn't be hard for him to find something, blood was easy to come by in a hospital.

Mom was asleep in the chair next to the window, thank God, I really didn't want answer her questions about Josef, she always seemed to hate the men I choose. That's why I never tell her anything.

It's not that I don't get along with my parents, it's just that we disagree on a lot of things. My friends were the number one thing we disgreed on. They said I had a bad taste in friends, I wonder what they think now that Jo basically saved my life?

I sighed, how bad will this change my life? No one will ever leave me home alone again, my friends will be walking on egg shells around me forever. It sucks.

But somewhere, in this hospital, Josef was here, and that's really all that I care about right now.

With him here, I'll make it. I just hope he stays.