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Anonymous asked: When are you updating your Nathan fanfic?

potentially tonight? (i wouldnt get my hopes up) but i’ll try for tomorrow. (i updated 3 times yesterday, so i need time to recover! hahaha!)

I’m Not Blind ~ a Nathan Sykes FanFic ~ Part Six ~

((alright, please don’t kill me. A-I’m late, and B-I know the last two installments sucked, but I told you I had a plan! let me know what you think! i love the reactions! <3))

Amélie lay on the hard bed for a few minutes as she came to, waiting for her senses to come back to her. Her surroundings smelled strongly of alcoholbased cleaner, and there was a beeping machine somewhere above her head. The bright fluorescent lights burned her eyes as she finally opened them.The room was mostly white, with faded pink curtains hanging from the ceiling. She was in hospital, but how did she get here? It hurt to move anything, but she did her best to sit up and look around.
“Whoa there, where are you off to?” a dark skinned attendant in green hospital scrubs walked through the curtains. “You shouldn’t be getting up!” he helped her shift the pillows as her back, and clicked the old metal bed into more of a sitting position. He then glanced down at the chart hanging off the end of her bed. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore,” Amélie sputtered.
“I bet,” he said, his voice was kind and comforting, “you were pretty banged up when you came in.” She almost thought she saw some memory flash across his face, Had he been here when she came in? More importantly where was here?”
“Where am I?” she coughed, her voice sounded gravelly.
“London Hospital, dear.” he said, smiling as he checked her blood pressure and re-adjusted the heart rate sensor on her finger. “I’m going to get you something for the pain, okay?” she managed to nod, before letting out a groan, at a sharp pain in her gut. “There is someone here to see you as well.” he added.
He could plainly see the panic in her eyes as her whole body tensed up. “He said his name was Nathan?” the nurse said cautiously, gauging her reaction. He came closer as he spoke, then asked quietly, “Was he the one who did this?” She shook her head as she let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. “Alright,” he gave her hand a little squeeze. “The police also wanted to speak with you when you woke up.”
“What’s your name?” she asked, purposefully avoiding his comment
“Daevin.” he said with a smile. He seemed nice, genuine, and she found herself comforted by his presence. “ So what order shall we do things Amélie?” he asked.
She smiled lightly, then managed to reply with simple words. “Pain, Water, Nathan.” and the kind man nodded before heading back into the bustle.
As he walked away she began to notice the noise all around her, and take note of her injuries. Her limbs were all sore, and she could see bruises formed on her wrists and arms. She also noted a white bandage wrapped around her forearm, it must have been the knife wound. A few minutes later another nurse brought over a syringe and injected into her I.V., and poured her a glass of water before silently retreating. The new medication made her woozy and sleepy for a few minutes, before most of the pain numbed slightly. She could hear the hustle and bustle of, what she assumed was, the emergency room from beyond the pink curtain. Occasionally there was some yelling, or the rush of a stretcher or a pair of feet down the corridor. She tried to recall the events of that night, but she remembered everything before her blackout vividly, but nothing since, she didn’t even know what time it was. She remembered the apartment, and struggling to call for help, and the pain of every injury Shane caused, but she had absolutely no recollection of how she ended up here.
Amélie had no idea how much time had passed, but she had become comfortable in her daze when the curtain finally opened again. She turned, expecting to see Daevin coming back, but instead she saw Nath.
He stood just inside the curtains for a moment, taking it all in. Half of her face was a shimmering crimson colour, and there was already hints of purple swelling around the corner of her left eye, she also had a long cut, pointing down towards her left eye, that was held together by three white medical steri-strips. Her wrists were a dark mixture of red and purple, with green and yellow undertones, the swelling evident against the white sheets. There was an I.V. drop hanging from the pole above the bed, and the monitor was watching her heart-rate. He froze, watching her for a moment. As she looked over at him, she broke. his thick brown hair was a frazzled mess atop, as if he had been running his fingers through it a million times, and his wrinkled grey tshirt and off-tilt leather jacked made her think he had been pacing and frantic for a while now.
The both just observed each other, neither saying a word for a few moments, before Amélie broke the silence. “I’m sorry……” she squeaked. Those two words burst the bubble that had seemingly formed between then, he moved to her side in an instant and she reached out for him. Sobbing, she wrapped her arms around him as he embraced her.
“I was so scared,” Nath whispered in between her sobs.
He ended up sitting on the bed, Em securely wrapped in his arms. He decided right then and there, as a few silent tears of relief ran down his cheeks, that he was never letting her go again.
“I’m sorry…” she repeated a few minutes later, as she regained some of her composure. “I am an idiot.”
“No, you’re not,” he said softly.
“Yes I am. I shouldn’t have gone back. I don’t know why I did, I just….” she trailed off. “I thought he had changed.”
“I know,” he said comfortingly.
“I took what you did for granted.” she said, turning more towards him. “It makes it seem like what you did meant nothing…..” her eyes glistened with tears.
“No it doesn’t.” he insisted. “All that matters to me is that you are safe.”
She nodded meekly, and rested her head back against his shoulder as Daevin returned. “How are we doing now?” he asked.
“Much better now.” she said. There was something about Nathans presence that calmed her. The hospital had been utterly frightening when she lay there alone, the terror of what had happened to her so real. But now, it was like she could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. She hated relying on someone else, but it was Nath, and she wasn’t going to be able to do this by herself.
“The officers are insisting on speaking with you now, unfortunately.” Daevin said, and Amélie nodded reluctantly. “Just ring the buzzer if you need anything, or want a break.” he added as he retreated past the pink veil once again.

Two gruff looking officers entered a moment later. “We are going to have to ask you to leave, sir.” said one of the policemen, “This is an official police investigation.”
“He’s not going anywhere.” Amélie said through a staggered breath, clutching Nathans hand in her own. “He can hear everything. What do you need to know?”
“Could you tell us what happened, miss?” asked the second officer, he was slightly younger than his grumpy counterpart, and anyone could see that he felt bad for her.
Amélie took a deep, staggered, breath, and closed her eyes tightly for a moment. There was a sharp pain in her ribs as she inhaled deeply, but she did her best not to flinch. Nathan noticed however, and gently leaned her back against his chest, trying to make it slightly easier for her to breathe.
As she began to retell the story of everything that had happened, Nathan sat and listened quietly. She told them about how long they had been together, and when the abuse started. She tried to dance over the details in the beginning, but by the time she got to how she ended up in hospital she gave up, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.
They offered to stop a few times as she relived every detail of her injuries, her mind flashing back and replaying it like it was happening all over again. She didn’t want to stop, though, she just kept going, clutching Nathans hand, and closing her eyes, trying to fight off the memories as she spoke. Nathan even had to look away from the officers a few times, and hide his eyes, as Amélie explained the terror Shane had caused, and accounted for every injury that had landed her in this hospital bed. He hated Shane more than he had ever hated anyone in his life, he wanted to watch him die a horribly painful death for causing Em so much pain. But he would have to settle for having Shane rot in prison instead.
When they finally finished, over an hour later, Amélie was exhausted. The officers nodded their thanks and apologies, and left. They had collected stories, evidence, and photographs, and Em felt used up, but they swore it would keep Shane in custody. The also put through paperwork for a restraining order for her, they weren’t willing to take any chances.

Daevin returned ten minutes after the police left, just as Em was about to fall into an exhausted slumber. “Sorry to wake you, Darlin’, but we need to take you for an X-ray.” She groaned sarcastically in response. “Just one last thing, then you can go home, I promise.” he said with a slight chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.
She let the two men help her into the awaiting wheelchair. “I’m going to call for a ride.” Nathan said, giving Em’s hand one last squeeze. “I’ll be right here when you get back.” he said quietly, “Promise.”
She nodded and mouthed a ‘Thank you’ as Daevin turned the wheelchair and wheeled her down the hallway.
“He seems like a really good guy,” Daevin mused as they made their way through the maze of hallways to Radiology.
“He is, he really is.” Amélie said, with a slight smile. “I don’t know what I would do without him.” she murmured.
“He was waiting here all night.” Daevin added.
“How long was I out for?” she asked as they waited for an elevator.
“Probably 4 or 5 hours, I think?” he replied. “I think I heard them say the ambulance found you unconscious.” She shuddered at the memory.
“How did he….know I was here?” she asked quietly, as they exited the elevator and headed down the last hallway.
“He…” Daevin paused, unsure how much information to reveal. A moment later he decided that she would find out anyway. “He was there. He got there just after the paramedics.” he said softly.
Amélie’s mouth gaped open as they rounded the last corner. Her mind flashed back to the previous night, imagining the scene.

As Nathan pulled up at Shane’s apartment building, he saw an ambulance and two police cars parked out front, lights flashing. The worst possible scenarios raced through his mind as he bounded up the stairs, running towards the apartment. When he got to the agape front door, he stopped dead in his tracks. Just inside the room Amélie lay on the floor, her dark hair matted with blood from the open gash on her forehead. He cried out, and one of the cops held him back. “She’s going to be fine!” said one of the paramedics comfortingly.There was a ruckus on the other side of the apartment, and Nathan looked over to see Shane, hands cuffed behind his back. The apartment was a mess, it had evidently been rough fight. As the paramedics hoisted Amélie up on the stretched, Shane grinned devilishly, and mouthed the words ‘I told you’ towards Nathan. It took every ounce of restraint in his body not to run in and attack Shane, but he didn’t. Instead, he turned grabbed the exposed duffel back from the corner and followed the stretcher downstairs. He angrily threw the duffel in the trunk of his car, before talking his way into the Ambulance and riding to the hospital with Amélie. She was unconscious, but still breathing. He held her hand the whole way, and whispered sweet nothings in her ear, praying she would be alright. When they arrived at the hospital, he wasn’t allowed in with her. So instead he took to the waiting room, wearing out the grey floor tile as he paced. It was the longest 5 hours of his life. He spoke with Max, who retrieved his car, and he notified Em’s mother. They both decided that that would be the best place for her to go. Once the tall dark skinned nurse, that Nathan had been bothering all night, told him Amélie was awake, he was overjoyed. But before sneaking into the emergency ward, he phone Marie and told her that her daughter was alright, and that they would be home soon. Nathan was grateful for a lot of things in his life, he was genuinely blessed. But that night, none of it mattered, he would have given every bit of it up just to know that Amélie was safe, it was in those truly desperate moments that he realized something he had been denying for almost two years. He was in love with Amélie Lepointe-Evans.

Anonymous asked: Loving your fanfic! Peaaaase write some more!

writing more right now! :) <3