Olive's pov 👀
White...
White is my least favorite color. Who the fuck likes such a horrible color. It's not even a color, it's the absence of color. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it-
Wait- where even am I?
My eyes turn from the white ceiling and I see a view I saw once before but slightly different. Josh is sleeping in a hard, uncomfortable chair, beside my bed and there's hospital stuff all around.
I'm in the real hospital.
My eyes go to my leg, arms, and I attempt to look at my ribs but the brace around my neck stops me. I'm not in pain but I have casts on my left arm, right wrist, and my right leg. I can feel a very weird feeling over my torso like it's wrapped up tightly but I can't sit up because things are attached to me.
Why is this all on me?
I would wake Josh up but since I can't talk or move I just lay here thinking about how I could have got here. I don't remember anything that could have gotten me here...
I feel so tired...
The window is closed mostly but I can tell it's night time, that and the lights are off in here AND josh is asleep. It's probably really late.
I close my eyes after a moment and let myself slip back into unconsciousness. Maybe that was just a bad dream. When I wake up I'll be in my room.
-
Muffled voices wake me up to a empty room. I can faintly hear two people talking outside of my room and one of them is Josh.
"If he wakes up he can't go back, Hannah has git a restraint order against him so he'll have to go to a different facility that will help him with his mental problems and now his physical disabilitys. I suggest a rehabilitation program in Florida-"
"No, he's not going across the country. He's staying in California... And don't say if, he will wake up. When he does I'll look after him until I find a better place for him," Josh interrupts the guy to say this in a stern voice.
"Mr. Franceschi, you can't possibly take care of someone who needs help 24/7 and work for me. I need someone to maintain the place and you have been doing that. If you can't do that then I'll have to fire you," the guy says.
"Okay, I quit. Take Oliver Sykes off the list of patients enrolled there because he's now in my care," josh says in a sure voice.
Did Josh just quit his job for me?
The guy tries to talk Josh out of it but it doesn't work and soon the door is opening. Josh doesn't look at me until the door is shut but when he does his eyes widen.
He comes over and tears fall from his eyes. "I'm so sorry," he says bending over and huging me lightly. I'm shocked as Josh starts crying into my shoulder. Sorry? Why is he sorry?
I attempt to confront him but I can't move enough to hug him. I only can grab his hand lightly and let him cry. I've never once seen him upset and I now know I hate it. I hate seeing him cry.
He's so strong and mature, whatever happened must have hurt him really bad emotionally. "I'm sorry Oliver, please talk to me. Say something," he tells me now looking into my eyes. His cheeks are wet with tears and his eyes tell me this isn't the first time he cried today.
