In Hollywood with Andrew Fontenot

On edge

"Everyone out! Now!" I wake up to screaming. They bring us out of the room and shut the door.
"Wait what's going on?" I look in the room and I see Angels heart rate drop.
"No.
NO. SHE CANT DIE PLEASE." I start hitting the glass.
"Miss we need you to go to the waiting room."
"NO!"
"Whats going to happen?" Anthony looks at her.
"I don't know. Just please." Anthony nods. A tear falls down his face. He starts pulling me out. I fight so much but he doesn't let go. We finally get out. And the doors lock.
"NO, NO." I scream. I sit in the corner and bring my knees to my chest.
"Andrew? Get Paul and everyone else. NOW. DONT FUCKING ASK WHY JUST GET EVERYONE OVER HERE THAT MIGHT BE CONCERNED." Anthony hangs up and comes by me. He waves me into his arms. I go into them and cry. 5 minutes later, Ludacris, Andrew, Paul, Vin Diesel, Tyrese, Michelle everyone was there.
"What happened?!" They all ask.
"We woke up to us being pulled out the room. They shut the doors. We look in and............"
"And what?!" Andrew yells.
"Her pulse dropped." Anthony looks up at everyone.
"Fuck." Andrew hits the pencils off the counter. And smashes his fist to the wall. Everyone sits in a chair and try's to comprehend all of this.
"Wait, what happened, why is she here? And why wasn't I told?" Ludacris asks defensively.
"She cut herself. Be- because." I start to cry.
"Because her stalker found her again." Paul finishes. Tears were in his eyes. Just like everyone else's eyes.
"I don't know why you weren't notified. Maybe because we needed to see what happens first. Or because we were with her and we didnt think about atopping to tell you. Not everything revolves around you ya know." Paul gets up. Ludacris just looks at him.
"Look you little---"
"Guys, stop." I manage to choke out.
"Listen she's a fighter. She'll get through this. Do you think she wants someone else in the hospital as well when she comes back? No. So fucking stop." I plop down.
"Mr.Fontenot?"
"Yes?" Everyone gets up.
"Oh wow, Ludacris? No, um Mr.Fontenot."
"That's me. How is she?"
"Well, her pulse is back up and........."
"And what?!"
"Shes awake." There was a few moments of silence.
"Let me see her. Now."
"Right this way." We all follow her to Angels room.
"Ok, now she's delicate. So please don't pressure her, scare her, or anything that might get her heart rate up. Got it?"
"Ok." We all say in unison. She opens the door and I run to Angel. I mean I pushed everyone out the way.
"Angel?"
"Dim the fucking lights." I let out a sigh of relief and laugh. Anthony dims the lights. Then she opens her eyes. Then they all walk over to her.
"Hey how you feeling?" I ask.

I see how concerned and how depressed they are. All of them.
"I'm sorry guys. I didn't mean to put you through that. God." My heart rate starts to increase.
"No, no, no, no. None of that." Mauryana shushes me. Andrew pushes up front.
"Hey babygirl. How are you?"
"Fine I guess."
"You've been in a coma for a day and like 8 hours."
"I'm sorry I put you through that much pain." I bring my hand up to his cheek. He takes it and kisses it.
"Never ever cut again. Understand me?"
"Yes."
"Ok." He hugs me and moves away.
"Hey. You still look good." Ludacris winks at me.
"I hate you." I smile. He walks over to the side of the bed. I sit up a little more and hold my arms out. He leans in and hugs me. He smelled really good. He pulls away.
"I'm glad you're still here. It would've been hard not having you around." He thumps my nose a little, and I laugh.
"Thank you guys for.................caring."
"Why wouldn't we care? We are your family." Vin Diesel says. I smile.
"I love you guys.
"I love you too.
We love you too." We all get into a group hug.
"Uh guys you're squishing me."
"Oh sorry." They all laugh.
"So what are you gonna do now?"
"Well, I have to be in suicide watch. So I have to like do something. I don't know. Unless, I can convince them to let me go home and have someone keep a close eye on me."
"I volunteer as tribute." Ludacris stands up. I laugh.
"But good luck with that." Ludacris leaves the room.
With Ludacris
"Um excuse me, can I talk to someone about the girl in room 345?"
"Yes, me." We walk into a room and she shuts the door.
"Ok. Well, I know you have to keep her a few nights for like blood and to make sure she's ok. But instead of putting her wherever you are gonna put her for suicide watch, can she come home with me? Please, before you say anything just hear me out. I have maids that will keep her company. And she won't leave my sight. Even if she has to go to the bathroom. I'll turn around. I swear just please don't put her in one of those rooms. Just please. After those few days let me take her home with me." She hesitated.
"I trust that you have security for her. Because of who you are. But I'm not sure if I can......"
"Just please. She might try to hurt herself again if she's in one of those rooms. By herself. With no one there. She wants to feel free."
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"Ok. Just if anything happens to her----"
"Nothing could happen to her, if she's with me. Thank you." I get up and leave I walk back to her room.
"So what happened?" Angel looks at me.
"She said, you can come home after a few days to make sure you are ok. But one condition."
"What is it?"
"I kinda promised her I wouldn't take my eye off of you. No matter what. And I also said you have to come home with me."
"And the condition is?........" I smile at her. She smiles back.
"Thank you so much!"
"Can we all talk about this for a sec? You've been flirting with her. Now she has to go home with you? No."
"Andrew come on, it's the only way I can get out of here."
"You can come too, but I mean I said I'd have her in my bed. Even if I sleep on the floor. I told her that."
"Woah, ok. Wait a second. What?"
"No, you are not sleeping on the floor while I sleep in your bed. You can sleep in it. I'll just sleep with you." Her voice got quieter and quieter every word.
"No."
"Andrew you can sleep in the room with us. Just there's not gonna be any room in the bed."
"Ok, fine."
"Thank you. I hate hospital beds."
"Yea uh huh." Everyone gets a chair and sits around me. They had to "borrow" some chairs from next door. Andrew was way in the back. I understand why he's mad. But at least I'm still getting out. I get to see him. Be free with him............and Ludacris. Ugh.