{WARNING AGAIN: this chapter includes some mentioning of suicide/self harm but it's just MENTIONING so it should be ok}
*LOUIS' POV*
"Is she awake yet?" she asked me.
"She's still asleep right now." I answered.
"She will be awake soon though right? And thank you so much for caring for her." She began.
"Yes, it's no problem really. I wouldn't have just left her there." I responded.
"I never knew she was like this..." She started.
"Yeah..." I interrupted her, not wanting to discuss the subject.
"Also, I talked to the health care agent on the phone, and everything is good to go." she stated.
"That's great! Good, okay I'll let him know." I said into the phone.
"Are you going to tell her about our conversation?" She questioned.
"I'm not going to tell her she's got enough on her plate." I answered.
"Alright. Remember, Olivia was going to visit on my behalf." She reminded me.
"Yeah, I'll bring her in when she arrives." I replied.
"In 2 hours."
"2 hours, right I got it."
"Thank you so much, again, for taking care of her." She started.
"Like I said Miss, it's no problem." I responded.
"Call me if anything happens." She told me.
"Alright."
"And if she asks about me don't mention anything please I-"
I heard noises behind me, which meant that Kathryn had awaken.
"Alright, okay bye." I cut her off, hanging up the phone.
*KATHRYN'S POV*
The doctor walked in and smiled at me, most likely because I was now awake.
"How is she?" He asked Louis.
He whispered something to him, and the doctor turned back to me, giving me a sympathetic smile.
"Kathryn, everything is okay with you physically." The doctor told me, "We have got everything stitched up, and we're restored your blood loss."
I nodded, confused by the way he had said 'physically'.
"Considering everything that happened, I'm suggesting that you get therapy. I'm also prescribing you to anti-depression pills." He told me as he scribbled something down on his clipboard.
"W-what...?" I questioned, "I'm not... I'm not insane..." I began.
"I know you aren't, but that is what you need right now. If you refuse therapy, at least try not to stay by yourself all the time so we can ensure that you won't try this again." He interrupted me.
I looked at Louis, but he ignored my glances and continued talking to the doctor.
"I'm sure she'll be okay... I mean I don't know if we can actually pay for therapy-"
"Well if you two are a couple then I presume it won't be too hard... assuming that you live together. As long as you keep a close eye on her, she should be fine." He told Louis.
I stayed silent, and as did Louis.
"We... we aren't-"
"I have a girlfriend and it's not her." Louis interrupted me.
The way he said it was quite rude, if I were to be honest.
It was as if he was embarrassed that the thought even crossed the doctor's mind that we were actually together.
No one said anything.
You could almost feel the tension in the air.
"Well... I just assumed, I apologize." The doctor finally spoke up, "However, she still needs someone to watch over her for the next couple of days. Just in case she tries anything."
I bit my lip, not knowing what I was supposed to do.
"Uh... Her sister can keep an eye on her. I'm sure she wouldn't mind." Louis told the doctor.
He nodded,
"Alright."
"You should think into the therapy I was talking about." He said, looking me in the eye, "I know some really great therapists I could recommend. Just let me know if you change your mind."
"... Okay." I answered.
And then he left the room.
"How did you know I have a sister?" I asked Louis.
"Um... do you want me to get you anything from the cafeteria? Are you hungry?" He changed the subject.
"Louis, answer me!" I raised my voice, "And how did you know to check up on me in my room...? Who were you talking to on my phone?"
"We can talk about this later-"
"I don't want to talk about this later!" I interrupted him, "We can't avoid the subject forever, so why not talk about it now."
"Alright... alright, fine." He gave in.
There was a long pause before he spoke,
"I read your notebook."
"My... my notebook? The blue one?" I asked him.
"Yeah, this one." He said pulling out my notebook from under his chair, "You left it in my flat after you got angry and ran off.
I couldn't resist... and I thought it would give me answers. That's why I read it."
I didn't say anything, so Louis continued.
"I'm really sorry... I know you might be mad because I sorta invaded your privacy but-"
"I am mad, Louis!" I yelled, "That diary is filled with all my secrets. My secrets."
"Let me finish." He advised, "If I didn't read it, I wouldn't have found out about your depression, and I wouldn't have gotten worried and went to check on you."
"How did you know to check on me? What in that diary made you think that something was wrong?" I questioned.
"Well I read something of the sort that was saying you wanted to commit suicide, and then I got this really bad feeling. I've never seen you act the way you did at my house, so that's why I checked on you." He answered.
"Did you read the whole thing?" I asked him.
"No, only a couple pages." He replied.
Thank god.
"Since you got to interrogate me..." Louis started, "Now it's my turn to interrogate you."
I rolled my eyes, propping myself up in the comfy bed.
"Okay."
"Okay. Um... wh-why did you try to... kill yourself..?" He asked.
"Uh... well I wasn't necessarily trying to kill myself, because if I was, then I would've hung myself." I muttered.
"Then wha-"
"I guess I just took it too far." I interrupted him.
"But why did you do it?" He asked, with the tone of caution clear in his voice.
"Well... since you read my diary, you will have some information on Danny, right?" I asked him.
"Yeah... what I got was that you loved him, and everyone thought he was a bad influence and that's it." He told me.
"Wow... you really didn't read much then..." I mumbled, "Well uh..."
"Danny hurt me. Really badly.
And he used to call me... Kat when we were together. And so... I don't know, when you called me that something triggered inside me." I told him, "When I got home, I was thinking about how pathetic it was that even after 2 years Danny was still on my mind."
He nodded, giving me a sympathetic look.
"What did he do?" He asked me.
"It's a long story..." I started.
"We have time." He interrupted.
{I'm gonna stop it there. Yeah I know this is a bit emo but it's ok. I'll put like a summary chapter for those who didn't read it that's less vivid. I'm gonna try to update another chapter this weekend so that's why I left it here. Ily if u read this ok bye}