Blood, sweat and tears (Chapter 5)
Title: Blood, Sweat, and Tears
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins and blahblahblah.
Author's Notes: It's just a bit of a filler. Sorry for any mistakes.
A/N 2: Also, really sorry to the people I haven't messaged/commented back yet, but I'm way too tired to form witty comments and whatnot tonight. Anyway, enjoy 8D
Naomi was jerked into consciousness, for a reason she couldn't find. Wherever she was, was almost silent, bar a few distant voices, but she found them quite comforting. She decided it was probably time to wake up properly, and she forced herself to open her bleary eyes, instantly regretting it as a horrifically bright room invaded her senses, sending waves of pain radiating through her skull.
"Jesus fuck!" She choked. Oh, no voice either. Fab. She growled mentally. A head of red hair popped up from beside her, making her jump. She looked sleepy, but just the sight of her quickly settled the anxiety she hadn't realised was aching in her chest.
"You're awake!" She said, brow creasing in the most adorable way, and her voice was husky from sleep. Naomi felt the immediate urge to tell her that she loves her.
"Ems," Naomi tried, but frowned at her voice. "Jesus, I sound like you." She chuckled. Emily's eyes were wide and confused; Naomi gathered she shouldn't be joking.
"Hang on," her eyes properly wandered the room for the first time, "Are we in a hospital?" she frowned, uncertain panic beginning to rise again. Emily just nodded, her mouth open slightly.
"Naomi, don't you remember anything?" Emily's tone was serious, and it worried her. She shook her head, feeling her heart pound in her chest. Emily's eyes welled up with tears almost instantly.
"Ems?" Naomi reached for her hand, trying to comfort her.
"You..." she stopped, feeling breathless. This was probably the hardest thing she'd ever done. She felt tears threatening to fall, already.
She tried again, this time succeeding, but only in a whisper. "You hurt yourself, Naomi." her voice cracked as the words escaped her lips.
Naomi's eyes instantly fell to her bandaged up arm that previously went unnoticed.
"Oh," she whispered, unable to find any sort of appropriate response. Suddenly the whole night came crashing back to her.
Cook trying to apologise, Emily and Katie watching her from the end of the road, Pandora's eyes, Thomas' pills, the boys snogging by the stairs, the bathroom - Oh, God, the bathroom.
She was brought out of her state by Emily's sobs.
"I'm so sorry, Naomi." She choked, her head burried in her hands.
"Oh jesus, Ems, no. I was fucked, and tripping. It's not your fault."
"You did it because of me," Emily whispered, her voice letting out a lot more emotion than she ever meant it to.
Naomi went to protest, but Emily stood up.
"Your mum's here." she said, and slipped out of the door quickly, drying her eyes with her sleeve roughly as she went. Naomi followed the girl with her eyes, hopelessly. She watched her pass her mother, ignoring the older woman's brief concerns, before disappearing out of sight completely
"What happened?" her mum came bustling into the room, panic etched into her features. Naomi instantly felt irritated, and defeated.
"Can I please get the fuck out of here?" she sighed.
***
Naomi's mum had signed her daughter out of the hospital, trusting that Naomi was okay. Naomi explained that she was just tripping, and she had no idea what she was doing. Her mother, ever the naive one, believed her.
"I trust you, Naomi, but if this is how you're going to act when you're all drugged up, I'll have to forbid you from taking them anymore."
Naomi never realised that her mother approved enough in the first place, to make her disapprove now. Had everyone gone insane?
She didn't really care, because honestly, drugs were the last thing on her mind. Right now, Naomi was just glad to get home and have the chance to sink into her own bed. She felt like she had been away for weeks, despite it actually being less than 24 hours, and being unconscious for most of it.
"How about some tea, yeah?" her mum smiled her bright, friendly smile. Her innocence reminded Naomi of Pandora sometimes.
"Er. No, I think I'm just going to go get some sleep. I'm really tired." she attempted a half-smile, and her mum just nodded.
"Alright, love. If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen." She smiled and waved Naomi off. Naomi nodded and dragged herself upstairs.
It couldn't have been 15 minutes before there was a knock at her bedroom door. Naomi sat up slightly, a frown settling on her forehead. Someone cleared their throat outside.
"Er. Naomi?" Naomi got up and opened the door.
"Freddie?"
"OHFUCK!" a red blur squeaked and came tumbling in, followed by a loud laugh she recognized as Cook's.
"Katie?" Naomi stared at the floor where she sat, looking up at the rest of the gang. Freddie was the first to dissolve into a fit of (manly) giggles, and the rest followed suit, clutching at their ribs and wiping the tears away.
Katie muttered a quick "Fuck off." And grabbed Cook's arm to pull herself up.
"Well, not that this isn't a fabulous way to be greeted, but what are you doing here?" Naomi smiled, her laughter finally subsiding (along with the pain in her sides)
"Thought we'd check up on you. And er, Cook wanted to see you." Freddie nodded, nudging Cook. Naomi eyed Cook suspiciously, taking in his smarter-than-usual form. His hair was styled, and his clothes actually looked clean. She assumed Katie had something to do with it.
"Naomikins," He stepped forward, clearing his throat "I'm well sorry, man. I, er... I got you this." His cheeks flushed, and he thrust the small box into her hands. It was pretty.
"Thanks." She said, eyebrows raised in shock.
"Yeah, well. Katiekins and Freds helped me pick it out and whatever." He shrugged, trying to recompose his manly exterior. Naomi nodded, looking at the box.
"I'm really sorry, y'know?"
"Yeah," Naomi nodded. "It's fine," She smiled sincerely, desperately racking her mind for an appropriate gesture to assure him. For some reason, she didn't blame Cook for the majority of this mess. Cook was an arse, she'd never deny that. He's a total wanker, but that's just the way he is, and everyone knows he means no harm.
Naomi settled for patting him on the shoulder. Cook glanced at her hand.
"Nah, fuck this," He pulled her into his chest, crushing her a bit. "I love you, man. We'll be cool, right?" Naomi spluttered slightly. She never realised Cook was so bloody emotional. He's worse than her, really.
"Of course," She finally reacted, patting his back. He let go of her, and sniffed.
"Good. Where's that girlfriend of your's, then?" Naomi looked away. Who fucking knows. she thought.
"Actually, she was planning on comming over a bit later." Katie said quietly.
"Really?" The blonde's eyes lit up noticeably.
"Yeah. Actually, fuck. I'm supposed to have the boys gone by now." Katie panicked, looking at her watch. "Come on, come on!" she batted Cook's arm, and pulled them out of the room.
"Er, see you later," Cook waved.
"Goodluck," Freddie called back.
"Alright, don't go getting all weepy again, fucking hell." Katie dragged them out.
The slam of the door was like the full-stop to her easy flow of thoughts, and her mind kicked into overdrive.
Emily was coming over, now.
Fuck.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins and blahblahblah.
Author's Notes: It's just a bit of a filler. Sorry for any mistakes.
A/N 2: Also, really sorry to the people I haven't messaged/commented back yet, but I'm way too tired to form witty comments and whatnot tonight. Anyway, enjoy 8D
Naomi was jerked into consciousness, for a reason she couldn't find. Wherever she was, was almost silent, bar a few distant voices, but she found them quite comforting. She decided it was probably time to wake up properly, and she forced herself to open her bleary eyes, instantly regretting it as a horrifically bright room invaded her senses, sending waves of pain radiating through her skull.
"Jesus fuck!" She choked. Oh, no voice either. Fab. She growled mentally. A head of red hair popped up from beside her, making her jump. She looked sleepy, but just the sight of her quickly settled the anxiety she hadn't realised was aching in her chest.
"You're awake!" She said, brow creasing in the most adorable way, and her voice was husky from sleep. Naomi felt the immediate urge to tell her that she loves her.
"Ems," Naomi tried, but frowned at her voice. "Jesus, I sound like you." She chuckled. Emily's eyes were wide and confused; Naomi gathered she shouldn't be joking.
"Hang on," her eyes properly wandered the room for the first time, "Are we in a hospital?" she frowned, uncertain panic beginning to rise again. Emily just nodded, her mouth open slightly.
"Naomi, don't you remember anything?" Emily's tone was serious, and it worried her. She shook her head, feeling her heart pound in her chest. Emily's eyes welled up with tears almost instantly.
"Ems?" Naomi reached for her hand, trying to comfort her.
"You..." she stopped, feeling breathless. This was probably the hardest thing she'd ever done. She felt tears threatening to fall, already.
She tried again, this time succeeding, but only in a whisper. "You hurt yourself, Naomi." her voice cracked as the words escaped her lips.
Naomi's eyes instantly fell to her bandaged up arm that previously went unnoticed.
"Oh," she whispered, unable to find any sort of appropriate response. Suddenly the whole night came crashing back to her.
Cook trying to apologise, Emily and Katie watching her from the end of the road, Pandora's eyes, Thomas' pills, the boys snogging by the stairs, the bathroom - Oh, God, the bathroom.
She was brought out of her state by Emily's sobs.
"I'm so sorry, Naomi." She choked, her head burried in her hands.
"Oh jesus, Ems, no. I was fucked, and tripping. It's not your fault."
"You did it because of me," Emily whispered, her voice letting out a lot more emotion than she ever meant it to.
Naomi went to protest, but Emily stood up.
"Your mum's here." she said, and slipped out of the door quickly, drying her eyes with her sleeve roughly as she went. Naomi followed the girl with her eyes, hopelessly. She watched her pass her mother, ignoring the older woman's brief concerns, before disappearing out of sight completely
"What happened?" her mum came bustling into the room, panic etched into her features. Naomi instantly felt irritated, and defeated.
"Can I please get the fuck out of here?" she sighed.
***
Naomi's mum had signed her daughter out of the hospital, trusting that Naomi was okay. Naomi explained that she was just tripping, and she had no idea what she was doing. Her mother, ever the naive one, believed her.
"I trust you, Naomi, but if this is how you're going to act when you're all drugged up, I'll have to forbid you from taking them anymore."
Naomi never realised that her mother approved enough in the first place, to make her disapprove now. Had everyone gone insane?
She didn't really care, because honestly, drugs were the last thing on her mind. Right now, Naomi was just glad to get home and have the chance to sink into her own bed. She felt like she had been away for weeks, despite it actually being less than 24 hours, and being unconscious for most of it.
"How about some tea, yeah?" her mum smiled her bright, friendly smile. Her innocence reminded Naomi of Pandora sometimes.
"Er. No, I think I'm just going to go get some sleep. I'm really tired." she attempted a half-smile, and her mum just nodded.
"Alright, love. If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen." She smiled and waved Naomi off. Naomi nodded and dragged herself upstairs.
It couldn't have been 15 minutes before there was a knock at her bedroom door. Naomi sat up slightly, a frown settling on her forehead. Someone cleared their throat outside.
"Er. Naomi?" Naomi got up and opened the door.
"Freddie?"
"OHFUCK!" a red blur squeaked and came tumbling in, followed by a loud laugh she recognized as Cook's.
"Katie?" Naomi stared at the floor where she sat, looking up at the rest of the gang. Freddie was the first to dissolve into a fit of (manly) giggles, and the rest followed suit, clutching at their ribs and wiping the tears away.
Katie muttered a quick "Fuck off." And grabbed Cook's arm to pull herself up.
"Well, not that this isn't a fabulous way to be greeted, but what are you doing here?" Naomi smiled, her laughter finally subsiding (along with the pain in her sides)
"Thought we'd check up on you. And er, Cook wanted to see you." Freddie nodded, nudging Cook. Naomi eyed Cook suspiciously, taking in his smarter-than-usual form. His hair was styled, and his clothes actually looked clean. She assumed Katie had something to do with it.
"Naomikins," He stepped forward, clearing his throat "I'm well sorry, man. I, er... I got you this." His cheeks flushed, and he thrust the small box into her hands. It was pretty.
"Thanks." She said, eyebrows raised in shock.
"Yeah, well. Katiekins and Freds helped me pick it out and whatever." He shrugged, trying to recompose his manly exterior. Naomi nodded, looking at the box.
"I'm really sorry, y'know?"
"Yeah," Naomi nodded. "It's fine," She smiled sincerely, desperately racking her mind for an appropriate gesture to assure him. For some reason, she didn't blame Cook for the majority of this mess. Cook was an arse, she'd never deny that. He's a total wanker, but that's just the way he is, and everyone knows he means no harm.
Naomi settled for patting him on the shoulder. Cook glanced at her hand.
"Nah, fuck this," He pulled her into his chest, crushing her a bit. "I love you, man. We'll be cool, right?" Naomi spluttered slightly. She never realised Cook was so bloody emotional. He's worse than her, really.
"Of course," She finally reacted, patting his back. He let go of her, and sniffed.
"Good. Where's that girlfriend of your's, then?" Naomi looked away. Who fucking knows. she thought.
"Actually, she was planning on comming over a bit later." Katie said quietly.
"Really?" The blonde's eyes lit up noticeably.
"Yeah. Actually, fuck. I'm supposed to have the boys gone by now." Katie panicked, looking at her watch. "Come on, come on!" she batted Cook's arm, and pulled them out of the room.
"Er, see you later," Cook waved.
"Goodluck," Freddie called back.
"Alright, don't go getting all weepy again, fucking hell." Katie dragged them out.
The slam of the door was like the full-stop to her easy flow of thoughts, and her mind kicked into overdrive.
Emily was coming over, now.
Fuck.