"Ellie!" Sean screamed as he scurried through the front door of his and Ellie's apartment. He heard someone whimpering, so he followed the sound only to find her lying on the couch, holding onto her arm tightly with a cloth. Sean could see the blood seeping through the cloth on to her hand, dripping to her shirt. Sean's eyes enlarged at the sight of it, turning his face as white as a ghost.
Ellie had never bled like this before, she must have cut deeper in her arm then she had thought. The sight scared him a little.
Sean rushed to her side, ripping off his shirt to apply to her arm. As he applied pressure to her arm, he looked into her eyes looking for answers, looking like he was ready to break down and cry, "Ellie, why haven't you gone to the hospital if it's this bad?"
Tears strolled down her cheeks, leaning her head on Sean's shoulder, "I didn't want to be stuffed away in the loony bin. I mean they'll think I'm crazy because I did this to myself."
"That's not going to happen, I won't let it. Now we need to take you to the hospital," grabbing her good arm to help her up, but she was so weak from the loss of blood. Sean decided the only way was for him to pick her up and take her to the car.
Gazing into his tear filled eyes, with a shaky voice, "Sean, I want to thank you for being here for me when you're having your own problems at this time."
"Of course I would be here for you, I love you. I promise you that I will always be here for you. I won't leave you like other people have in the past," he said as he carried her out to the car.
"I love y…" she began to say before she passed out from the pain.
Sean shook her a little in his arms, but she was awaking. He grew with anxiety, he didn't know what had happen, was he losing her? He gently put her down on the ground and ran back into his place to use the phone. He ran fast, but to him it didn't seem quick enough. He could let anything happen to her; he needed her in his life. She seemed to make him a better person, the kind of person that he had always long to be.
Craig silently slipped into Emma's room after visiting hours. Glimpsing around, making sure that the nurses didn't see. He had already gotten in trouble for sneaking out of the hospital the last thing he wanted was to get in more trouble, especially with Joey.
He crept over, and sat in the chair next to her bed. She seemed to be sleeping she looked so peaceful. He caressed her cheek, at his simple touch her eyes fluttered opened. Smiling, "Did I awake you?"
She put her hand on top of his, as it still rested on her cheek. Shaking her head, "No, I was just resting."
"How are you feeling? Is your head still bothering you?"
"No. They gave me some medication for that. How did you escape, I thought Joey would be guarding it all night?"
"Joey went home, after he thought that I had fallen asleep. As if I would stay in there when I wanted to see you."
Looking at him with devilish eyes, "What a bad boy you are," grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers together.
Raising his left eyebrow, "Oh you think that, do you. Well then I guess I'll have to show how bad I really am."
Thinking that he was going to kiss her, she got ready for it, only to find that he started to tickle her. She began to laugh uncontrollably. Forgetting about Craig's side, she began to do it back, but instead of laughing, he cried out in pain.
"Ahh," he cried out, holding onto his side.
"Craig, I'm sorry I forgot," she pleaded, putting her arm on his shoulder.
"I know you didn't mean it. It was a little my fault though, I did start it," he said a little bent over from the pain.
Emma could see the pain in Craig's eyes, and began to fret, "Are you alright, do you need me to ring in a nurse?"
"No…I'll…be…alright," he said in between breaths.
She knew that he was lying, but she didn't want to upset him. Patting on the bed, "Why don't you lay beside me, it might be better for you if you're in pain."
"I'd like that, then I can be closer to you." He slowly propped himself onto the bed, moving as close as he could get to Emma. "So what do you want to do once you get out of here?"
"Well I'd like to go out a date with this guy I've had my eyes on."
Playing along, pretending he didn't know who she was talking about, "And what does this guy look like."
"Well he's tall; the most beautiful brown eyes; slightly brown curly hair, that I could play with like forever; and these plump lips that cry out to be kissed."
"So where did you meet him?" turning onto his side so he could look into her eyes.
"At a wedding when I was a little girl, he was there with his mother. The moment I laid eyes on him, he sucked me in."
"What's he like now?" wondering what she thought about him.
"Well he's a kind heart guy, who has his handful of problems but seems to have pulled through them. He was the only guy that was willing to help me find my father, not even my boyfriend at the time would go with me. He always looks out for me even though it would seem to others that we're not even friends."
"He seems like a perfect guy for you," he joked.
"Yeah, but I don't know if he notices me," she joked, "I mean he has a pick of all these other girls. I don't know if he would pick me."
Brushing the hair away from her eyes, leaning hid forehead against hers, "I would defiantly pick you over all of the others." Cupping her cheek, he leaned in grazing his lips over hers softly, lightly tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth.
Sean waited in the emergency room waiting for a doctor to come and tell him about Ellie's condition. The wait was killing him; he thought if he didn't find out someone soon he was going to scream.
He sat in the chair, leaning over with his hands in his hair as if he was going to pull out his hair.
Dr. Radovanovich came over towards him, Sean didn't notice though, so he laid hands on his shoulder to get his attention.
Sean jumped at the slight touch, when he noticed whom it was his heart sank. He stood right up, with some hope in his eyes. "H…how is she?"
He could see the eagerness in his face, "Ellie is stable, and we have stitched her arm back up. She looks like she will be fine with some rest, but I think you need to get her into some time of counseling, maybe a support group that she can talk to about this."
"But I can help her," he said in defense as he tried to convince himself.
"Yeah, but a support group knows what she's going through because they have similar problems."
He knew he was right, "Where can I get info of one of these groups?"
"Go to the desk, there are some different pamphlets there."
"What if I can't get her to go?"
"Well then I don't know if she will ever begin to get better."
"I'll try."
"That's all we can do."
"Am I able to see her yet?"
"Yes, she behind curtain four."
"Thanks," he smiled as he went to the desk before going to see Ellie.
"So I guess you found out of who I was talking about," Emma laughed.
"Of course who else would it be talking about, I mean I really am a great guy," he teased her.
"So where are you going to take me when we get out of here?" intertwining her hand with his.
"I was thinking you, me at my house, having a romantic dinner alone, with no one around to interrupt us."
"I liking where this is leading, tell me more," she smirked.
"Well I would light many candles everywhere so that we wouldn't need lights. This would be little different though, we would have a little picnic in the living room so that we can sit closely together,"
Emma began to dream about what it would look like, "You're defiantly good at this. I can't wait until then."
Raising a brow, in a devious voice, "Neither can I."
"So what are you looking forward to for when you get out?"
"Playing my guitar," trying to get a rile at out of her.
"So you mean that you can wait until we can be alone?"
"Oh you know I was kidding," he laughed.
"Of course I did. I mean because if you weren't then you know you would miss out on this," leaning in and sucking on his ear, then slowly she began to kiss his neck heading toward his lips. She opened his mouth with her tongue so that she could explore a little. Just as he began to moving his hand up and down her outer thigh she back away.
He was unable to talk at first, shaking his head, "I guess I get your point."
"I knew you saw it my way," she smiled, acting all innocent.
"I love you," putting his arm around her waist, making sure he didn't bring her too close so that she didn't hurt his side.
"I love you too."
As they lay there, Kelsie began to think how different things would be out in the real word, the world that they had been away from.
"Craig, how do you think it will be when we go back to school?"
"I don't know, I mean I haven't had might time to really think about it."
"I'm just scared that I'm going to see those images again, that they're going to haunt me and I won't be able to sleep again."
"If you do feel that way, then I'll be here to help you. We'll get over it together."
