Thanks for the reviews!!! I quite enjoyed writing this chapter, I would have written more but I didn't get the chance to write any on my journeys this afternoon. But ahh well, there's always tomorrow! I will try and do some more for later this evening, but no promises. It's been a long day and I do need sleep before tomorrow.
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins...if I did season 3 cast would be in it forever and ever.
There was nothing on TV, Katie had taken the only good magazine and there were no books to read. Emily sighed whilst she rested her head against the pillows. She was bored and she decided that she hated hospitals. They were noisy, there was no privacy and the amount of different smells that went past the often open door could make even the sickest person feel even more sickly. At least her parents had gone private, allowing her to have her own room, away from the annoying ailments of others. She knew that many couldn't help what was wrong with them, but the thought of spending more than a few minutes with people who were being sick, or those who had been in for weeks. She just hated the atmosphere. Then the door opened and the person she had least expected walked through the door.
"This hospital looks better and better," she murmured, closing her eyes.
"Erm, hi," Naomi whispered, looking slightly comfortable. "I hope you don't mind me coming to see you."
"How did you get past my body guard?" Emily rolled her eyes, thinking about her sisters protectiveness.
"Toilet break."
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The hospital itself didn't bother her anymore; the smells, the noise, it was nothing compared to being forced to see her ex-girlfriend when she was less than well. She closed her eyes, hoping that when she opened them again, Naomi would be gone. But she wasn't.
"What do you want?"
"To see you, to see how you are," Naomi informed her, "I was worried."
Emily gritted her teeth, "I'm fine."
"What happened? I heard you collapsed in a club."
"I have a virus," Emily told her, not sure why she gave her the satisfaction. "I was sick, I got dehydrated, I passed out."
It was cold, it was harshly put, but she didn't care. The thought of spending any longer with Naomi was too much to bare. But the thought of her leaving worried her.
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Naomi sat down on the chair beside the bed. She didn't ask if it was okay, she just took it. Emily wanted to scream at her to leave, she wanted to beg her never to go anywhere again. But instead she just sat there, silently staring at the cream coloured walls.
"I can't stop thinking about you," Naomi finally admitted.
It made her angry. Naomi was supposed to be there to show her concern, to tell her how worried she was about Emily's health. But when it came down to it, she just wanted to tell her that she couldn't stop thinking about her. That she didn't know how to deal with her feelings, or emotions. Emily tried to stay calm, but she thought of the anti-depressants the doctor had given her and the new batch she'd been prescribed since.
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The door opened, Katie's face peered into the room looking confused, until she spotted Naomi still sat in the chair. Emily waited until Katie started to shout and get angry at Naomi for being there, for making things worse.
"You're not wanted here Naomi, Emily doesn't want you, so get out."
The room filled with an eerie silence, Katie looked angry, but she didn't say anything more. She just stared at Naomi like an eagle staring at it's pray. Naomi didn't move. Emily looked from her sister to Naomi and back again, Katie was turning red, Naomi looked almost indifferent.
"I'm not going anywhere until Emily tells me she wants me gone," Naomi told Katie, raising an eyebrow.
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She knew she'd left it too long. She knew she should step in. But there was something entertaining about Katie pulling Naomi out of a chair, trying to force her out of the room. They scuffled like schoolgirls; pulling hair, nails drawn, teeth getting ready to bite down on skin if need be. It was the first time Emily had smiled in a while and she wondered if it was wrong to feel the way she did. Then Katie had Naomi in the doorway and she was about to give in and leave.
"Wait," she called out. "I want you to go, but I want to say something first."
Katie let go of Naomi's wrists, an argumentative look on her face, until Emily told her to leave them alone for a minute and not to disturb her again until Naomi had left. She nodded, then whispered a threat into Naomi's ear on her way out. They were alone again. Naomi stood at the end of the bed looking into her eyes, expecting her to speak.
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"I am done Naomi," she whispered, before silencing Naomi who's mouth was about to open. "I don't want you to say anything, I don't want to go through this anymore."
She felt stronger than she had in months. She knew it was too soon for the anti-depressants to be kicking in, but she felt that she'd woken up from a nightmare and after a long road, she'd finally found the answers she'd been looking for.
"Look at me," Emily muttered, but Naomi's eyes were fixed on the floor.
"LOOK AT ME," Naomi finally complied. "This is what I've become Naomi, this is the person I have become…because of you."
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The room stayed silent. Naomi looked to the floor, tears obviously falling from her eyes. Emily knew she had been tough, she knew it wasn't all Naomi's fault that she was there. But she felt hurt and angry and upset and she felt the need to hurt Naomi back. Neither of them said anything. Emily closed her eyes and tried to block out the past. But she knew that imprinted on the inside of her eyelids were images of her and Naomi together, happy. She opened her eyes again and watched the girl she had once loved more than life, walk out of the room and for the first time, she didn't care if she ever walked back in again.
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