The Spy (One Direction) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 13

PUBLISHED 2/26/15

Rider's POV

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Beep Beep  Beep

Will that annoying sound shut up?!

"She ran into a burning building!" yells a familiar voice.

"What?" asks a second voice. "Why?"

"To save Louis. I don't know why, though," says a third voice. "But she did."

"Hi, I'm Dr. Presley," says the doctor, I'm assuming. "I'm guessing you must be Scarlett's family?"

"Yes," says the second voice.

Why can't I open my eyes? What can't I talk? Why can't I move?

"Well, she inhaled a lot of smoke," says the doctor. "We were going to have to put her into a medically induced coma, but her body shut down, and it happened naturally."

"She's in a coma?" whispers a voice.

"When's she going to wake up?" asks the second voice.

"It depends," says the doctor. "In a week, she's most likely not going to be awake. If she isn't, we're going to try to pull her out."

"How long are people usually in comas?" asks a fourth voice.

"Days, weeks, months, years," he says. "But, sometimes, they don't pull through. Especially girls."

Especially girls. I swear, when I can move and talk, I have a few... choice words, for that doctor.

I hear the door shut. I feel someone grab my hand.

"Scarlett, it's Harry," says Harry. "I've heard people in comas can hear. Please, if you can hear me, do something," he begs.

I try to squeeze his hand. I try with all my will. "Oh my God!" he yells. "Ok, you can hear me, Scarlett," he says. "You know, everyone survived the fire."

I feel so happy, knowing everyone lived. "Well, everyone else wants to see you," he says. "I'm going to go see Lou. Is that ok?" I just squeeze my hand. "Please wake up."

He leaves, and someone else comes in.

"Scarlett? It's Niall. Harry said you squeezed his hand," he says. "Louis is ok. Please wake up. I'm begging you. You've been asleep for two days. They just let us in. We all realized that you belong in the band. We all do need you. Louis thinks it's his fault. We keep trying to convince him he's not. But, please just wake up, Scarlett. Louis feels horrible."

The door slams, and someone else grabs my hand. "Hi, Scarlett. It's Liam. I don't know if you can hear me. I think Harry might've thought you did, because it's what he needed. Please wake up. You've been asleep for two days. They just let us see you. Louis is ok. He got out with a few burns, scratches, and bruises. We had the conference yesterday. Everyone knows about you. They love you. We miss you. Everyone's falling apart. Please, wake up. Please."

He leaves. I hear a few whispers, then someone else grabs my hand.

"Hi, Scarlett. It's Zayn," he says. "I hope you can hear me. I regret not stopping you. But, I also don't regret letting you go in there. You saved 5 people. And, you're strong. You'll make it through. Please wake up. Please. Everyone misses you. Everyone wants you awake. Everyone loves you."

He leaves. According to them, it's been two days. I need to wake up. I need to save the boys.

I'm able to feel my limbs again. I open my eyes, slowly. I see the light and hear the continuous, annoying, beeping, of the heart monitor.

I look around the room. I'm hooked up to an oxygen tank. I have an IV in my arm. I'm laying in one of those uncomfortable hospital beds. I pull of the oxygen mask.

I see the doctor walk in. He looms at me, and gasps. "Miss Johnson, you're awake!"

"Yes, I am," I say. "I just wanted to say, how much of a prick you are."

"Excuse me?" he asks.

"Well, you said, 'But, sometimes, they don't pull through. Especially girls,'" I say. "I got up in two days. I mean, you've should've figured out I'm not like most girls. How many girls do you know that run into burning buildings?"

"None," he says.

"Exactly," I say. "Now, when can I leave?"

"Um...," he trails.

"Doctor? Do you know who I really am?" I ask.

"Yes," he says. "I needed to look at some kind of documents."

"On that note, when may I leave?" I ask.

"As soon as I fill out the papers," he said, taking out my IV, and taking of my oxygen mask. "You might not be able to walk."

"What room is Tomlinson in?" I ask.

"312," he says.

I get up. I see a small bag with my name on it. I go into the bathroom. I see a small shower. I get in and use the necessitates in the bag, and clean myself up. I get out, and dry off.

I put on the white and black leggings, and black t-shirt I was given. I see my lucky knife, and my small gun, tucked away in the bottom. I put on my boots, and slip my knife in one, and gun in the other. I walk out of the bathroom.

I walk to room 312. I see it's open, and all five boys are in there. I knock on the open door. All heads snap my way.

"Scarlett? You're awake!" yells Niall.

"Ya," I say. "I've been awake for about an hour."

"Scarlett, I know it's my fault. I'm sorry. It's my fault. I'm so stupid, I know. Just, please, please, for-," I cut him off.

"Louis, it's not your fault," I say sternly. "You didn't make me run into the building, right?"

"No, but-," I cut him off again.

"I did, because I wanted to," I say. "So, don't beat yourself up."

"But, you risked your life for me," he says.

"Ya," I say. "It's not a big deal. Get over it."

"When can you leave?" asks Zayn.

"As soon as the doctor fills out the papers," I say.

"Perfect," says Louis. "They're filling out my papers now."

That's when I realized something. They all might be in an hospital, but they're all so happy. Just because they have each other.

And that's when I realized something else...

I was set up!