Amnesia || m.c *on hold*

Chapter 29

The first thing I saw when I woke up was white walls. Great. I was back in the hospital. "Rose?" his voice was soft and lacked its usual chirpiness but I knew who it was without having to look over.

"I'm sorry, Ash," I said immediately. "I'm so sorry." I started tearing up and I but my lip to stop myself from flat out crying.

"Hey. Look at me," I looked over at him but didn't look him in the eyes, I couldn't. "It's fine. It's not your fault."

"It is my fault! There's no one else lying in a hospital bed here now is there?"

"It's not your fault you're in a hospital bed though," he said quietly.

I sighed, knowing I couldn't win. Ashton was just too stubborn. "How's your arm?" I ask, remembering what had happened.

"I'm fine. It was just a cut."

"How's James?" I ask referring to Michaels attempt to strangle him.

"He'll live," he says shortly.

A doctor walks in a few minutes later and tells me that basically my lungs are screwed up, I'm back on crutches but only to help support me and my head also screwed up because of high stress levels or something like that. I could go home today, I just had to get all of my new medication that they had altered due to the tests they'd run on me while I was asleep for two days. And he's "very sorry" but I wouldn't be going on tour any time soon.

But that's okay because the guys would. They have to.

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"Where are the guys?" I ask as we arrive back at the empty house.

"They went and visited their families," he said simply. I thought back to my parents. We had barely spoken since I left them at the hospital. I made the occasional phone call but I would always talk to my dad and he wouldn't really call me.

"It's been a while since we had a Marvel marathon," I said with a grin.

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Halfway through Iron Man 2, I thought I should probably text Michael. I felt really bad about what I said to him the other night. It was pretty horrible.

"Snapchat him," Ashton said.

"What?" I said confused.

"Snapchat Michael. I know your texting him. Snapchat him, it'll make him feel better," he said as if that explained absolutely everything.

"Why would that make him feel better?"

"You guys had a thing for snapchatting each other when we were on tour and you were here. He knows you don't like having photos taken of you, but he wanted to be able to see your face while he was away. So he convinced you to get snapchat because the photos disappear in like 10 seconds or whatever. It basically became a shared addiction for you two. It'll make him feel better trust me."

"Okay," I say hesitantly. I open the snapchat app and take a selfie with a pouty face and add the caption 'Im sorry about the other night 😟 call me when u can'.

"Thanks," he said quietly. "It's not a big deal," I say quickly, because well, it's not.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, laughing occasionally at the brilliant humour of Tony Stark. "I'll miss this," I said eventually.

Ashton looked at me long and hard. I didn't even have to say anything. He knew what I was going to do. He moved closer to me on the couch and hugged me tightly. "You don't have to," he whispered into my hair. "I just want you guys to be happy," I whispered back. He didn't object, he just whispered "I'll miss you, Rose."

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