Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own him.
A/N: Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. SORRY. I feel bad for not updating and the cliffie but there was no way around it. BUT I do have good news. Swimming is over! I have more time to write! Yay! I'm going to do my best to update more often now. Don't worry. This chapter should be pretty quick for me to write because I have thought it all through before hand. Usually I just think of what happens, as I'm writing, but not this time. And yes, the title of the song is the title of this chapter. But it just fits, you'll see.
Song for Chapter: Emergency Room Romantic by Jamison ParkerForced heart beat and broken mirrors
Flaws and faults are held so dear
My reflection makes me sick
The pain we feel is nothing new
Prescription drugs and photographs
Love, loneliness and nervous laughs
What you call misery through anxious eyes
Is something I can't see
I'm fighting myself to get you out of my head
But I'm hanging off of every word you said
I'm fighting myself to get you out of my head
And I'm screaming loud enough to wake the dead
Chapter Ten: Emergency Room Romantic
You know, it's funny how three words-just three words- can changes everything so fast. I mean, they're just words right? Wrong.
EXTREMELY wrong.
I just stood there, jaw agape and eyes wide and staring. How do you respond to something like that anyways? I hardly knew him. He'd only been staying with me for a month. Is that even enough time to make a decision like that? I wasn't even sure if I loved him back. Five minutes before, the answer to that question would have been a firm 'Hell no!' but now…now I wasn't sure. You should have seen the way he looked at me when he said it. He looked so sincere. And something in that look made me unsure about this whole situation.
"Oh no," I muttered, "No no no no no NO!" I ran my hand through my hair out of frustration. What was he thinking anyway? Just because he's an elf prince with gorgeous eyes and nice hair doesn't mean that every girl is gonna fall for him. A lot will, but not every one. I hope.
I certainly thought I wasn't.
"What?" Oh God. He looked completely heartbroken. But I took absolutely no notice. I'm a horrible person.
"No, you didn't mean that." I said, but I didn't know what I was saying, "You can't…love me."
"Why not?" He asked. Why not? There were so many reasons. One, we hardly knew each other, two…well…it just wasn't possible.
"Because," I started, "We barely know each other! It's only been a month since we first met. And saying that to someone is a big deal. You can't just go around saying 'I love you' unless you really mean it!"
"But I did meant it!"
GODDDDDDDDDDDDD.
I sighed and rubbed my temples. This was going nowhere fast. I wanted to scream. I don't really know why I was fighting this so much. I guess I thought that it would only bring more problems.
"No you didn't! You couldn't have!" I retorted.
"You can't tell me how I feel!"
"But we barely know each other! You've barely seen the real me. I have really annoying quirks. I'm moody. I'm about to have a kid, for God's sake! I don't need the added problems of a love life right now!"
"But I said I would help you."
"And like I said before, I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP."
"I don't care!" He shouted, "You do need my help! You're just too proud to admit it!"
"No I'm not!" Wow, I sounded extremely elementary right there. The majority of my mind told me to just give in and that I'm an idiot for not doing it sooner. But then there was this little part of me that just said No, don't put yourself through this again. And I listened to that part.
"Please, just listen to me," He said calmly, "I only want-"
"To help me, I know!" See, when you're pregnant, you get really moody and you tend to refuse the things that you need. "I don't want-or need- your help! I was perfectly fine on my own!"
"No you weren't."
"Yes I was! I was doing perfectly fine until you showed up!"
"I didn't ask to come here! I had no choice!" There was an extremely awkward silence for a few minutes then. I didn't have anymore to say, not that I wanted to say anything else. I felt bad for yelling at him, but my pride wouldn't let me apologize. I looked over at him, but only stared at the counter. I was about to say something, but he beat me to it.
"Will you still not accept my help?"
I fought with myself for a little before I answered. "No. I don't need it." I'm a stubborn ass sometimes.
"Please?" He was begging now.
"What part of 'no' don't you understand?" I said as calmly as I could.
"Fine." Then, he simply turned around and walked out the door. I couldn't believe it. I wanted to go after him and apologize, but my damn pride just told me to let him go and screw him if he didn't come back.
I lay down on the couch and thought about what just happened. It was around six thirty. Was he really being serious? Or was he just using me for something? For some reason, I knew he was being sincere. But what if he didn't mean it a few weeks from now? I didn't want to go through that again. Why do I have to be so stubborn and defensive? I could've just told him how I really felt. But I didn't know how I really felt. And it's true- I really didn't want the added problems of a love life once I had the baby. And if we did…you know…become a couple, what would happen if he just left just as suddenly and mysteriously as he came? What would happen then? No, I told myself, you're thinking too much. Just shut up and go to sleep. You're giving me a headache.
So I went to sleep. It wasn't exactly the best sleep I've ever had. But I didn't dream, which was a good thing considering all I ever have are nightmares.
When I woke up, it was eight forty-seven. And Legolas still hadn't come back. I was worried. What if something bad had happened to him? Or what if he just went back to where ever he came from? I felt really horrible for saying everything I had said. I waited around for a little while longer. At nine thirty four, I went into freak out mode. Terrible thoughts kept creeping their way into my head. Like, what if he was mugged? Or if he got shot? Or if he found those girls and decided to live with them instead of me?
Finally, I picked up the phone and called Kate. The phone rang a few times, only making me freak out even more. Then, Dave answered.
"Top o' mornin' to ye."
"Dave," I said, barely able to hold my tears anymore. It must have been obvious because He immediately dropped the Irish slang.
"Diana? Is that you?" He said, "What's wrong."
"He left! He just walked out of the apartment and he never came back and it's been at least four hours and-" I didn't stop to take a breath out of fear of wasting valuable search time.
"Slow down, take a breath." He tried to comfort me, "It'll be okay. So…what id you say?"
"Legolas is gone." I sniffed, "I don't know where he is. He's been gone for four hours."
"What happened?"
"We got into a fight. I was being a total bitch and then he just left."
"Okay, just stay calm, we'll go look for him."
"Okay." I said, trying to block all the horrible mental pictures that kept pooping into my head.
"I'll be over in a minute." He hung up and I grabbed my coat and waited by the door. It probably only took him about five minutes to get to my place, but it seemed like forever. The whole I kept wondering if he was alright. I had a horrible feeling that something was wrong.
After what seemed like an eternity and then some, Dave knocked on the door and I swung it open. Without a word, we quickly ran back down to the parking lot and to his car. Kate wasn't there. After we got in and got moving, I asked, "Where's Kate?"
"She had to work late today." He replied, "So, what were you fighting about?" Something about the way he asked me told me that he already knew what happened.
"Nothing important." I said.
"Really? It must've been, considering he just left."
"We…I…he said he…loved me."
"I thought so." I looked at him and he was smirking. What was his problem?
"What do you mean?" I practically demanded.
"He told me."
"He told you? Why?"
"Well," Dave sighed, "He's actually a very shy person. He wanted to know what I said to Kate when I first told her I loved her. And I asked why I wanted to know and he started to blush and I just kind of put two and two together. God, I hate math."
I leaned back in the seat and stared out of the window. Ahead of us, traffic was horrible. I sighed out of irritation.
That's when I saw the flashing red lights. I saw an ambulance pull up a few yards in front of us and a crowd of people stopped walking to stare at whatever had just happened.
"What's going on?" Dave asked aloud.
"I don't know…" Something in my subconscious mind told me to get out of the car and see what was wrong. I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the car door. Dave did the same. We weave through the cars until we got to the crowd. I pushed my way through until I got to the front. I saw a red Honda stopped in the road. A police officer was questioning a woman who I assumed to be the driver of the car. My eyes followed one of the paramedics until he stopped and knelt on the ground.
And that's when I felt my stomach churn.
"No…" I muttered. I didn't even try to hold back the tears this time. Legolas' face was all cut up and bleeding. If he wasn't dead, he was out cold. On his leg was a decently sized gash. Along with numerous smaller scratches. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't find my voice. I felt like I was going to faint so I grabbed Dave's arm. "Dave." I whispered. He followed my line of sight and instantly pulled me through the police barrier.
"We know him!" He shouted at the officer, "Let us through!" The police officer didn't stop us. We ran over to him. He looked even worse up close. I grabbed his hand and held onto it. More paramedics came over. The put him on a gurney and took and put him in the back of the ambulance. I followed and was about to get in with him when one of them stopped me.
"Only family can ride along with him."
"Please." I begged.
"Is he the father?" The paramedic asked, looking at my stomach.
"No, but-"
"Are you his sister? Cousin?"
"No."
"Do you have any blood relation to this man at all?" he asked.
"No."
"Then I am sorry, but I can't let you go, but you may follow us to the hospital."
"Listen," I was really angry now, "I am the closest thing he has to family here! And I'll be damned if you won't let me be there for him!"
"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do."
"Let me in dammit!" I screamed, "He needs me!"
"I'm sorry." He closed the doors and walked to the front of the truck and started the engine. I started to cry when I felt Dave put his hand on my arm.
"C'mon. We can still go to the hospital." I nodded and followed him back to the car. Most of the cars had left so the road was pretty clear. As I opened the passenger side door, someone tapped me on the shoulder.
"I am so sorry," It was the woman who drove the red Honda. "It's all my fault. I just didn't see him coming down the street until it was too late."
"No," I sniffed, "It's not your fault. It's mine."
When we finally got to the hospital, Dave called Kate to fill her in on the night's…events. I walked right up to the front desk where a sort of plump, blond woman was sitting, filing her claws, or nails.
"I need to see a patient." When she didn't even look up to acknowledge my presence, I growled, "Now, please."
"Are you here to see the man that was hit by a car?"
"Yes."
"Frank warned me about you. Said a crazy pregnant woman would be coming in here asking 'bout that guy. He's kind of cute, you know, despite all the bumps and bruises."
"Can I please see him now?"
"'Fraid not."
"What is it with you people!" I was getting angry again, "He just got hit by a car and you won't even let me see him!"
"The doctor's looking at him." She replied with a impolite tone, "You can see him when he's done."
Utterly defeated, I sat down next to Dave. I chewed on my thumbnail as we waited. It's a nervous habit. About ten minutes went by when Kate showed up. She tried her best to cheer me up but I didn't hear a word of it. I was lost in my own thoughts, too worried about Legolas to care about anything else.
Half an hour later, a doctor came through the swinging double doors. I shot up from my chair and confronted the balding man.
"Can I please, please, see him now?"
"By him you mean the blond man who was hit by a car?" he asked. I wanted to scream, 'Of course you idiot! Who else would I want to see!' But I tried to be as calm as I could.
"Yes." I whispered.
"You may. He's doing very well, by the way. It's odd, he seems to be healing very quickly." He had no idea of the weight that those words lifted off my shoulders. "It's room 3b."
"Thank you." I pushed past him and practically ran the whole way to his room. Once I reached the door, I hesitated. What would he say when I walked in? Would he even want to see me after everything I said to him? I pushed those thoughts out of my mind and quietly opened the door.
Legolas was still out, but he looked a lot better. Elves do heal fast. His cuts were clean and there was no blood covering his face. The hospital bed sheets covered his leg, but I assumed it was stitched up. I sat down in a small chair in the corner. I didn't want to leave now. For some reason the hospital had a vendetta against me and I thought they wouldn't let me back in if I left. It was quiet. I stared at him for a few minutes before the tears started up again.
"I'm so sorry." I whispered, "This is all my fault. If I hadn't yelled at you, none of this would have happened. I don't know why I was so defensive. I really do need your help. I was so worried when you didn't come back. I feared the worst and, well, it happened. I guess I just didn't want to get hurt again. But I really do need and want your help. But If you won't forgive me, I'll understand. But I…I love you too. Please forgive me."
"I do."
I think I blushed like a madman.
A/N: Okay….yeah. I updated. Review please! I love you all!
