Professor!Chris Sturniolo x Babydoll!Avery Lane
Intro and previous chapters
CW: hella angst, self blame, mentions of ODing, cursing, lmk if I missed anything
I hate hospitals as most do, I always found them nauseating. Especially when you think about how one’s life could have just beginning while another’s could’ve just needed in the same building is horrifying.
Some pray in the waiting room on their way in, others cry in the parking lot on their way out. No one knows why you’re there or who you’re there for, nor do they really care.
That is what I hate most about hospitals. No one gives a shit about anyone else’s well being except their own. You’d think being put in that situation would make them more empathetic for others but no. Truthfully they could not care less about your dying daughter or sick son as long as their family member gets to see the doctor next.
So when someone I knew had to stay in the hospital for some reason I’d usually send my prayers via text message.
When the paramedics rushing Avery to the hospital asked if I wanted to go with them I didn’t even hesitate to say yes.
My head throbbed from the sirens, the paramedics spoke medical terms that I couldn’t comprehend. Not when all I could do was stare at Avery’s limp body hooked up to thousands of machines. Pale as the snow on winter break and a heartbeat so weak it whispers instead of pounding. All I can do is replay the last hour in my head over and over again.
Punishing myself, blaming myself for everything that has happened. Thinking of ways I could’ve stopped this all from happened.
If I didn’t breakup with her this wouldn’t have happened. If I didn’t completely cut her off this wouldn’t have happened. If I just reached out for once this wouldn’t have happened. If I had…
I looked back up at her, her numbers were dropping quick. A irritating beeping noise was filling the tight walls of the ambulance. I was about to ask what was happening, if she was going to be ok but suddenly we came to a stop.
The paramedics rushed Avery out into the big hospital. One of them ushered me to the waiting room but out of the corner of my eye I could see her still. Surrounded but every nurse and doctor on the floor. I saw people peaking out of their rooms to see what was going on. My heart truly broke at that moment.
Because I realized I couldn’t be the cure this time, I couldn’t help her survive this, and if she doesn’t survive I don’t think I could ever forgive myself for it.
I sat in the waiting room for who knows how long. Hunched over, knee bouncing, picking at my nails as I felt my phone go off with a million texts from the university asking why I didn’t show up to my class. I didn’t pay attention to them though, my mind was fixated on when a doctor would come out of those big double doors and tell me any type of news.
Good….bad….just not none at all, because knowing nothing is way worse than knowing the worst.
I watched different families walk in and out of the waiting room. I was jealous of them, they got answers and yet I was still left in the dust.
I was about to look at the clock again til a shadow casted over me. A tall man stood over me, seemingly a doctor since he had scrubs on.
My heart stopped finally the moment I’ve been waiting for. My questions will finally be answered yet part of me still is terrified to find out the truth.
“Yes yes that’s me,” I stood up
“Avery had a very rough night…her low oxygen levels caused her to go hypoxemia. But after hours of trying to bring her levels back up she finally stabilized.”
Stabilized, once I heard that word I felt a weight be lifted off my chest. The world that was once spinning around stopped and I could finally breathe properly again.
“Is she awake yet? Can I see her?” I choked out, “she hasn’t woken up yet but I can take you back to see her I suppose.”
The first thing I heard was a steady beeping noise, normally it would annoy but at the moment I found peace in it.
I slowly opened my eyes to face the world that I wish I wasn’t in. The bright hospital lights blinded me, I’m not sure how I’m still here right now, especially since I didn’t call or text anyone about my plans except…
Chris my eyes landed on his tired, limp body. He was slouched over my bed, he didn’t notice me quite yet which is probably for the better. The gears in my brain started turning, what if Chris was the one that saved me?
The thought popped up in my mind, before I could fully overthink it Chris lifted his head. Our eyes met, his once tired eyes shifted into a more shocked and happy expression once he saw me.
“You’re awake,” he smiled at me, the type of smile he used to give me in the morning when he had just woken up. “You are too,” I softly whispered
He chuckled at my remark, “Even after everything that happened last night you still manage to have your sarcastic side don’t you.” My smile slightly faded with the thought of last night.
“Look babydoll…I know we haven’t talked in a while and you probably hate me now for everything I’ve done. But last night, the call, finding you on the bathroom floor..it all really made me realize….i can’t live in a world where you’re not in it. I know it’s a dick move to only come back when something like this happens…but better late than never am I right?”
I gave a tired smile, “I understand why you did it…but what I don’t understand was why you didn’t just tell me the situation…after you broke up with me and completely vanished from my life I felt so alone, no one to turn too or lean on, just me by myself.” Tears started to form in my eyes,
“I know I know I fucked up…I shouldn’t have done that and I know that now. Please just give me a second chance I promise I’ll do better….please babydoll.” His eyes were turning glassy as his lip quivered.
I stared at him, analyzed his expressions, burned the image of his red glassy eyes into my brain. “Okay…” I whispered as I laid my weak hand on top of his. “Okay?” He said back to me, “yeah…okay,” I smiled genuinely this time.
I may be too forgiving to him or maybe I should’ve made him work harder for my trust again. But I know that without him my life was a complete reck so maybe…hopefully with this second chance I can make my shitty life less of a mess than it already is.
“Okay I brought you some breakfast today so you don’t have to eat the disgusting hospital food.” Chris marched his way into my hospital room.
He sat down on my bed right beside me and set down the bag of food. “Thank you…but I am starting to question how you’ve been able to miss so many classes of yours without getting in trouble.”
Chris chuckled slightly, “well for starters I haven’t been missing if they’re not my classes anymore.”
Shock jolted through my body, “What?!…Why!? ”
Chris scratched the back of his neck, “well technically I was fired…but it’s fine because I was gonna quit anyway.”
“Hold on pause…why were you fired? And secondly why were you gonna quit?”
“Well ignoring your bosses texts on why you weren’t in school was probably the root of me getting laid off…and I was gonna quit because I got offered another job.”
“And that job being?” My nosy side finally making a return.
“Nick asked me to help him with the clothing brand in London.” I gasped in excitement, and hit Chris’s chest playfully “no way! I’m so happy for you!” I hugged him even though my iv was putting a little strain on it.
“I can’t believe this you’re finally getting to fulfill your dreams!” Chris smiled, “yeah well it’s all thanks to you honestly.” I scrunched my face “me? Why me?”
“Well a little bit back when we were still together and I was still trying to work things out with him. I thought to myself maybe if I couldn’t take part in this brand then maybe you could. So I told him that I had a model that would love to work with him and then that led to him asking me more about my ideas and thoughts on the brand. Which then led to me sending him design ideas, media advice, and now here we are….I was gonna tell you about it but then we broke up and cut contact so I didn’t really know how to.”
He looked at me as if he was praying in his mind I wouldn’t be mad but truthfully I was the complete opposite. I giggled, “I’m glad I helped you make up with your brother and get this amazing job even though I didn’t even know about it.”
We looked into each other’s eyes, mesmerized by each other’s features. I could see the gears shifting in his brain, like an idea just popped up out of nowhere.
“Come with me to London, come be a model there,”
“Chris we just got back together…”
“I know I know but don’t think about it as you’re going to London to be with me think about it as you’re going to London to fulfill your dreams.”
His words were overwhelming me with possibilities, “I-I don’t know what to say…” he took both of his hands in mine “say yes babydoll…I’ll get us a apartment, we can site see together, I’ll show up to your shoots with coffee, you’ll show up to my office with…yourself. It wouldn’t be perfect but it would be us.”
I thought about it for a minute, I truly did. What if we breakup again…what if we don’t…what if I suck at modeling…what if I’m phenomenal. What if…
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