Author's note: Once again, thanks for all of your awesome reviews! I really am a downer on myself, so I probably would've given up after the first chapter if not for all your review and alerts. Just a big, huge thanks to all of you lovely readers. Oh, and if you think this chapter makes Naomi's life sound a bit like a huge pile of shit, it's supposed to. It may seem clichéd or over dramatic, but what would fan fictions be without heaps of drama and angst? Anyways, on with the show!

Oops, Skins, yeah, not mine.

'I'm, um, Emily, Emily Fitch.' She eyes me skeptically, still not quite believing that I am indeed standing in front of her.

'Well, what the fuck happened?'

'Um, so, you see, we were, well, you know.'

'Spit it out, for Christ's sake!'

'We were having sex!' I yelled a little too loudly. Actually a lot too loudly.

'Jesus, would you like to repeat that, I don't think they quite heard you in China.'

'Anyways, we were having sex and you like started having a seizure.'

'Oh. So you called the ambulance then?'

'Of course I did, what did you expect me to do? Leave you to die?'

'Well what you do isn't exactly legal. Or something I would expect such a nice person to do.' When she said that I wanted to scream. Why? Because everyone assumes that all prostitutes are disgusting, mean, heartless people. It makes me want to cry. I am a good person. What I do for money doesn't change that. But she did call me nice. We'll let her off this time.

'Maybe you shouldn't assume that just because I'm a prostitute that I'm a heartless scumbag bitch.' I snapped. I couldn't help it.

'Woah, I didn't assume anything. Do you think I would have come back to see you if I thought you were any of those things?' She asks with a slightly aggravated expression.

'I suppose not.' I mutter.

'Anyways, thanks Emily. Why do you do, you know, what you do?' This question is frequently asked by those who know what I do. The truth is, I'm not quite sure. I mean I obviously need money, but there are other jobs in the world. I think it is like because of what I said before. I feel needed and wanted. Like without me, some people would be miserable. I know that's not true, and it's completely fucked up to think that any of my 'clients' give two shits about me, but I can't help it. In my mind, I do what I do because people need me to. Just like police officer and fire fighters. Naomi doesn't need to know all that…yet.

'I need the money.'

'There are other jobs out there.'

'You're one to talk! Why are you using prostitutes?'

'Because, my life is royally fucked. I have a husband who beats me, an employer who blackmails me, and I'm barely making enough money to survive. When I met you, you didn't care about any of that. You made me feel wanted. I am pulled to you like a fucking magnet. See, I don't believe that the only reason you're a prostitute is because you need the money. I think there's more to it, and you may think I know nothing about you, but I know more than you think.'

'What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Are you some fucking psycho stalker?' The only thing I can do is sound pissed off. I have no idea what to say to what she just told me. Not only is her life in the shitter, but I have a feeling she knows more about me than I do. And that scares the shit out of me considering she has only seen me twice, and both times were for sex.

'You're not as mysterious as you think you are Emily.' She said with what I can only describe as venom in her voice. 'I figured you out after one look in your eyes. You're just a scared little girl, who has lived in the shadows her whole life.'

'Look, Naomi, I don't know you, you don't know me. Let's not pretend, yeah? I'm just gonna go.'

'Wait, don't go.' She said suddenly looking like a wounded puppy. She sounds so vulnerable. Like if I leave she will break. 'Please.' She begs.

'Okay.' I don't know what else to do. I have a very strong urge to protect this woman. I walk over and sit in one of the nearly unbearably uncomfortable chairs by her bed.

'So, when can you leave?' I ask, feeling somewhat guilty for the way I acted when she practically poured her heart out to me.

'Um, I think they said I just have to stay overnight.'

'Did they call your, uh, husband.'

'Oh shit, I forgot about Anthony.' She says, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

'Hey, it's alright, I'll take care of it, yeah?'

'Thanks.' She gives me a grateful smile that I return with a sympathetic one of my own.

I walk out of her room and toward the nurses' station. I spot the same nurse that I nearly punched out. 'Hi, um could you help me?'

She has a frightened look on her face, and I feel bad for scaring the woman. I smile at her to reassure her, and she timidly returns it. 'Sure, what can I do for you?'

'Well, my girlfriend has just gotten out of this really bad marriage, so if the guy comes here could you send him off please?'

'I suppose I could do that. What's his name?' Shit, is it Campbell? I guess I'll go with that.

"It's uh Anthony Campbell.' She writes it down and gives me one last smile. I turn around and head back to Naomi's room. I don't know what I'm still doing here, but there's something about this girl.

I enter the room and Naomi looks…relieved? 'You came back.'

'Of course I did.' I say with a smile. 'I told them to keep your husband out of here.'

'Thank you.' I offer her a lopsided grin and a curt nod of my head in return.

'Naomi?'

'Yeah Ems?' Oh my god, that was adorable. What the fuck? Adorable?

'What's gonna happen when you leave the hospital?'

'I suppose I have to go home.' She says with sadness in her eyes.

'Stay with me.' I blurt out. I look down at the floor sheepishly. What the fuck am I thinking I've just met the girl and we hardly know each-

'Okay.' I look up at her with shock painted clearly on my face.

'Okay?' I ask incredulously.

'Yeah, why not? My life is bad enough, nothing could make it worse I suppose.'

'You won't regret it Naomi.' I say absolutely beaming. Both of our heads whip toward the door when someone bangs it open.

'Anthony.'

Note: Oooh, what's gonna happen next? Not quite sure myself.. Just to let you all know, updates will be sporadic. Inspiration strikes at the weirdest times for me. Well as always, review. Criticize as well! Always looking to improve!