Hours had gone by now and still there had been no word. Kelly was sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair clutching her cold cup of coffee. They shouldn't have taken this long, it's been too long she mused as she tried to look at the window but the blinds had been closed as they worked on her.
To her left Chelsea was finally asleep and Miss Fritton had gone back to St. Trinians to help with the clean up. She had made Kelly swear to keep her updated on the girls condition.
Looking at Chelsea again she couldn't help but feel grateful that she was there with her. Sure she was a blonde airhead, but when it came down to the serious moments she was brilliant. And bar herself she wouldn't have wanted anyone else with Annabelle at her last moments than the Posh Tottie who really wasn't as stupid as she seemed. She had a big heart as much as she tried to hide it.
It still shocked her at how good friends Annabelle and Chelsea had become. It was an unlikely friendship, but a strong one at that. And that shined through because the blonde may just have saved her life. By doing all the right things, saying the right things, and just being there.
Her mind wandered to her girlfriend. She just wanted to see her now that was all, just wanted to hold her hand and hold her tightly. If only I had come back an hour earlier and not gone for a drink with Victoria after the mission had finished, then maybe I could have saved her all of this she screamed mentally kicking herself for not going straight back. Guilt began to swim around her entire body.
But she couldn't wallow anymore because a doctor walked towards her slowly his scrubs covered in blood. "Miss Jones I presume" he said and Kelly nodded and got to her feet. Chelsea had heard the girl get up and the doctor's voice and jumped to her feet also.
"Is she okay? What happened? What were her injuries?" she began her ramblings getting longer but she was silenced by the doctor who was looking rather glum. Fear stung at her heart. Oh please no.
"Annabelle suffered a severe internal bleed which we have struggled to contain" he said slowly snapping off his gloves and Kelly's hand went up and over her mouth. "She has five broken ribs, and the trauma to her head was substantial" he said his voice filled with sadness.
"What do you mean substantial?" Kelly asked wanting to know overall how the girl was coping.
"She has a fractured skull which has caused bleeding and swelling on the brain, we have it under control for now but the pressure was too much and I'm afraid that she has fallen into a coma" he said sadly. "The bullet also penetrated her lung collapsing it completely, and she cannot breathe on her own therefore we have had to hook her up to a ventilator" he finished watching as tears slipped down the girls face.
"So basically, she's on a life support machine fighting for her life" Chelsea whispered from behind Kelly. She had gone unnaturally pale.
The doctor nodded. "I'm sorry but you should prepare yourself for the worst, we're not sure if she'll make it through the night" he said his voice laced with sorry. He had tried desperately to do everything he could to get the girl as well as possible, but he couldn't. Her body kept shutting itself down.
Kelly was just staring at him her face blank. Chelsea had to grab a hold of the chair to stop herself from collapsing. Annabelle was dying. "Can I see her?" Kelly whispered and the doctor nodded his head in approval.
"Of course, come with me" he said and Kelly looked at Chelsea who just sat down. Following the doctor she walked into the dark room. Kelly's eyes instantly fell on the girl who lying in the bed. Her skin was pale and she blended in to the crisp white sheets. Around her head a large bandage was wrapped around it tightly and her face was littered in cuts and bruises. "I'll leave you to it" the doctor said softly and left the room giving the girl space.
Kelly walked up alongside the bed and sat down on the chair. Her hand wrapped around Annabelle's cold and limp one and she squeezed lightly. A tube was taped into Annabelle's mouth and was strapped tightly around her face holding it in. She followed the tube to the life support machine on the other side of the bed. She listened as the slow beeping of the monitor played at a rhythmic pace.
"Hey you" Kelly said leaning forward so her head wasn't far from Annabelle's. "What are you like huh" she whispered resting her chin on Annabelle's arm. She just couldn't believe that it was her there lying in that bed. She shouldn't be there. She doesn't deserve to be there.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there" she said as tears stung at her eyes as she studied her girlfriends features. They were completely relaxed. No worry, no creases of pain. She looked like she was asleep and that's what hurt Kelly the most. She should be asleep now cuddled up with me she whispered inwardly. "I told you he wouldn't come back, but I was wrong" she added as a lone tear made it's way down her cheek. "I'm sorry".
"Girlies could you all come here for a minute" Camilla said as she hung up the phone and dropped it on the sideboard. She couldn't believe what Chelsea had told her and now she had to repeat it to the girls.
Everyone piled into the food hall and sat down each with a look of fear in their eyes. "I just had a phonecall from Chelsea about Annabelle's condition, and I'm sorry but it's not good" she said and they all looked shocked.
"Annabelle is in a coma and has been hooked up to life support machine" she said and several of the sixth formers burst into tears. "She had severe internal bleeding from the gunshot wound and severe head trauma, I'm sorry but we have been told to expect the worst, the doctors seem to think that she will not survive the night" she said and with that she fled the room quickly leaving the shocked and saddened students.
Camilla went into her office and slammed the door shut. With a loud sigh she fell down into the chair and grabbing her lighter lit up a cigarette. She took long drags of the stick and rubbed her weary head. With another loud sigh she grabbed a whisky bottle and a tumbler and poured what seemed to be a quadruple and in one quick movement knocked it all back. She couldn't wrap her mind around it. She couldn't even give the girls who were shaken up a sort of witty comment to raise their spirits. She was completely helpless.
"I'm going to get a coffee, do you want one?" Kelly asked Chelsea who had just walked through the door. Only now she had sucked up the courage to go in and see her friend. Chelsea shook her head, she couldn't drink anything with how sick she was feeling.
Kelly looked at Annabelle and placed a gentle kiss on her head. "I'll be back in a minute baby" she said and walked over to where Chelsea was stood. Stopping next to the much taller blonde she put a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay Chels, it's still Belle" she whispered and headed out of the room slowly.
Chelsea took a few hesitant steps forward until finally she got to the foot of the bed. She didn't recognise the girl lying there, it wasn't Annabelle. It couldn't be her. "Uhh hey" she said as her hand gripped the rail at the bottom of the bed tightly. "I don't know if you can hear me" she said as she braved to move closer. "Thank you" Chelsea said quietly as she sat in the seat opposite to where Kelly had been sat.
"God knows what would have happened to us if you weren't there, you're crazy you know that" Chelsea said a small dry laugh coming from her mouth. "You're a hero now Belle, saved us all really, because if you weren't there I wouldn't be surprised if he had shot us all" she whispered as she grasped Annabelle's hand.
Tears slipped down the girls face as she watched the monitors continued beeping. It wasn't right this happening, it wasn't deserved. And Chelsea couldn't help but feel entirely grateful to the girl in the bed who had protected them all from so much hurt, well physical hurt anyway.
Kelly smacked the vending machine hard in frustration. The thing had swallowed her money, hadn't given her a drink and to top it all off she was in a rush to get back to Annabelle. With one last kick at the large machine she slumped down the cold white wall and dropped her head onto her arms which were folded across her knees.
She felt so sick, so lost and helpless. Kelly had never felt like that before, she'd never had to. But now there was someone who she loved fighting for their lives. Tears trickled down her pale and puffy cheeks as she watched people walk back and forth without a care. Did they care?. Could they find it somewhere to care?.
"This just can't be happening" she said quietly to herself as she wiped away the tear tracks on her face. "Why her?" she added finally lifting her head from off of her arm and looking around at the passers by. All of them in their own little words, oblivious to the girl who had saved her friends lives and was now paying for it.
She smacked the back of her head hard against the cold wall in anger. Where was the justice? Why hadn't they got Pomfrey yet? Why did they let all this happen?.
"You did a good job with us Belle, showed you deserved that badge" Chelsea said her hand tightening around the girls. "You really stepped up to the mark and made us take notice that you were serious and that you could do that, more fool us for not in the beginning" she said a small sad smile on her face. There was so much she regretted not doing to help the girl in the start.
If someone had seen Chelsea now she was a completely different person. The bubbly and blonde exterior was gone and now there sat a timid, sad and traumatized girl. She was unrecognisable.
"So" she said trying to change off of a depressing subject. "Have you seen the new Dolce and Gabbana bag, I mean oh my god I was in love when I saw it but Daddy won't get it because it's a thousand grand and he hates me throwing money around like that" she laughed but her face dropped instantly.
"What am I talking about" she said mentally slapping herself. "You didn't know what D&G was until a few weeks ago" she said but then slapped herself again. "You don't care about that material stuff, not like me" she said her voice low but loud enough for Kelly who was stood just inside the door to hear.
"I wish I was just like you, maybe not style wise but definitely personality" she said a small smile on her face and Kelly grinned at that as well. Typical Chelsea she said inwardly as she watched the girl talk to her girlfriend. "I mean you can do anything, sure you get a slightly bit weird sometimes, but you wouldn't be you if you weren't like that" she added her other hand coming up and brushing the girls cheek.
"No she wouldn't would she" Kelly said from the shadows and Chelsea jumped in surprise. She turned her head and looked at the girl who was walking forward towards them. "Why her Chels?" Kelly asked as she perched herself into the chair opposite them and took Annabelle's hand in her own. "What did she do in her past life that was so bad to deserve this?" she said her eyes never leaving Annabelle's pale and bruised face.
"Can't answer that" Chelsea said simply. She couldn't answer it at all. No one could really.
"You're exhausted and you're hurt, why don't you head back to the school" Kelly said as she looked at the beaten blonde in front of her. She had never seen her looking so plain. Her make up was gone, her hair was a mess but she was still as beautiful as ever. It was a nice change to see Chelsea in her most purest form.
Chelsea shook her head. "No I can't, I want to stay with her, she would have done the same for me" she said and Kelly didn't argue, she was actually grateful for the company. So the two sat there in a comfortable silence each lost in their own worlds that Annabelle was such a big part of.
I just want my girl back Kelly thought sadly as her eyes fell on her girlfriend once more.
So shorter chapter yes but I do hope you are all enjoying yourselves and again if so please review.