I Don’t Say No To This (Philip x Reader) (Pt.3)
Summary: Um. Sad? Idk. I’m bad at summaries
TW: Abusive parent/spouse, hospitals, death
A/N: If I am in anyway insensitive, please let me know. It is not my intention.
You grip the car door as Philip drives to his house. “Yes, ma’am.” You take a deep breath. “Oh, my.” Your knuckles turn white. “I understand. Thank you for your time. Have a wonderful day.” You turn to face Philip. “Would you mind taking me to the hospital?”
“My mom. I’m not sure all that happened. James is taken into questioning, though.” You breathe deeply to keep yourself from crying.
He grabs your hand tightly. “I’m-”
You cut him off. “Don’t apologize. That’s the last thing I want to hear.”
He nods slightly and starts driving toward the hospital. Throughout the rest of the ride, he tries to comfort you. “It’s going to be okay.”
“You can’t promise things like that.”
He sighs. “I’m scared of what’s going to happen, too. I have no clue what’s going to happen, but I do know you. I know how strong you are. I know that no matter what happens, you will be okay one day. And, I hope that I’ll be there to help you.”
As soon as he stops the car, you start sobbing. He engulfs you in a hug and strokes your hair. “Let’s see what’s going on before you start sobbing.”
You smile and pull yourself away from his embrace. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right. You’re coming with me, right?”
He smiles and kisses you. “Only if you want me to.”
Philip pushes open the door for you. “After you, m’lady.”
You giggle and curtsy before walking in. You squeeze Philip’s hand, as you ask the receptionist if you can see your mother.
“They are doing a few tests on her right now and would prefer not to have any visitors at the moment. I’m sorry.”
You smile softly. “Thank you. Do you know when I will be able to see her?”
She shakes her head. “With the shape she was in when she arrived, it may not be until tomorrow morning. If you write your number down here-” she hands you a clipboard with other phone numbers scribbled next to names- “we will contact you as soon as she is stable enough to see you.”
You take the clipboard from her and write your number next to your mother’s name. “Thank you. Have a good evening.”
You close your eyes and walk out the door.
You remain silent as you walk into Philip’s room. He gently rubs your back. “Can I get you anything?”
You shake your head. “I just want cuddles.”
He kisses your forehead. “I can help with that.”
You start sobbing into his chest. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you onto the bed. You’re not sure when you do, but you fall into a dreamless sleep.
You wake up, still in Philip’s arms, and glance at the clock. 3:56 a.m. Well, there’s no way that you’ll be able to go back to sleep, so you slowly climb out of bed, careful not to wake Philip, and walk downstairs. You still didn’t finish your homework for today, so you decide to start on that. Just as you pull out your physics binder, you hear voices in Mr. Hamilton’s study.
“I thought we agreed she wouldn’t be here long,” you hear Mr. Hamilton say.
You hear the other person, presumably his wife, sigh. “I’m not saying that I appreciate what happened between you and her mother, but she is just a child. She has nowhere to go.”
“She’s eighteen. She is old enough to get a job and apartment of her own.”
“You’re that willing to let her live on her own?”
“If it means she won’t bother my family again, then yes.”
She laughs. “Can you not see how much she has gone through? I would have thought that you, of all people, would understand how much life can throw at a person.”
“And I didn’t get to the position I’m at today by living off someone else’s fortune.”
“You’re impossible, Alexander.”
“You aren’t the easiest person to live with either.”
She takes a deep breath. “Whether or not you want her to-”
“I don’t,” he interjects.
“Her father is still going to try to find her. He’s going to want his daughter back. At least, if she’s with us, she’ll have someone to help her.”
“He won’t try to find her,” he states.
“He’s in jail for killing her mother.”
You gasp and cover your mouth, causing the two to hear you. “She’s dead?”
Mrs. Hamilton pulls you into a hug. “I’m so sorry.”
For once, you’re happy to hear those words.