Styles on Tour

"I Don't Know What All The Fuss Is About!"

Em's POV:

The doctor visited the next morning to assess my vitals and give me my antibiotics.

"So you're looking well Emily, how are you feeling?" He asked while I knocked back two tablets with a glass of water.

"Fine. My chest and throat still hurt though," I frowned.

"That's normal, just due to the smoke you inhaled. It should clear up over the next few days," the doctor explained. I nodded, thankful that this wasn't going to be a permanent problem. The doctor examined the information on his clipboard before checking out the oxygen tank next to my bed. He worked in silence while I pulled faces at Harry when his back was turned. Harry bit on his knuckles to stop his laughter and eventually had to turn away from me before he cracked.

"So how much longer am I going to be here?" I quizzed the doctor, praying that he'll send me home today. I was getting fed up of being stuck in this bed, and I smelt bad. I had pleaded with one of the nurses yesterday to let me take a shower but she said that due to the drip and the various other tubes and wires attached to me it was too difficult. She said I was welcome to have a 'bed bath' but after she explained that it involved one of the nurses coming in and washing me while I lay there, I politely declined. I'd rather smell than strip naked for some stranger to pat me down with a wet cloth. Whenever they redressed my shoulder and back they cleaned the wound and surrounding area so I wasn't concerned about that getting infected. I was just glad that I had washed my hair the night of the fire so at least that wasn't looking too greasy. I stamped down my thoughts when I realised that given the fact that I'm currently on oxygen and have a severe burn, there are definitely bigger problems in my life right now than how my hair looks.

"Well we'll let you rest for today and later this afternoon we'll do some more blood tests to see how your oxygen levels are doing. We need them back to normal before we can release you but you're doing well. We'll see what the results say later and if your oxygen levels are back up then there's no reason why we can't discharge you tomorrow," the doctor smiled. I breathed a sigh of relief and gently pushed the cannula slightly further up my nose, in a bid to get more oxygen faster. Harry cracked up laughing.

"I'm not sure that's how that works Em," he grinned.

"Right you need a decent meal," the doctor instructed. "Would you like the menu for the canteen?" Harry stood up shaking his head.

"Nah I'm gonna stretch my legs anyway and grab a coffee, I'll get you some food Em," he said. I nodded, slightly jealous that he could go out while I had to stay stuck in here. I glanced down at the machines attached to me and frowned.

"Can I go?" I asked the doctor. "I feel fine, and all these machines are on wheels anyway so I can just roll them along, like I do when I go to the bathroom. Please, it's only downstairs and I'm so sick of this room," I pleaded. I knew we'd already broken numerous rules by having all five of the boys up here, and Harry staying the night. But I still gave my best puppy dog eyes at the doctor, hoping I could sway him. He sighed looking at me before tapping his pen against his clipboard.

"Okay. But downstairs and straight back up again, you'll find that you'll be tired after just doing that. You eat in here," he instructed. I didn't reply, I was too busy trying to untangle the tubes so that I could get out of bed. Both Harry and the doctor came over to help me and I swung my legs round so they were hanging off the bed. Harry wheeled round my drip and the oxygen tank sat on a little stand with a handle next to me. I bit my lip as I put my feet on the floor, slowly pushing myself up off the bed. After two days of barely using my legs they still felt like jelly. Once I was standing I looked down at my outfit and grimaced. I still hadn't warmed to these hideous gowns.