⚠️⚠️ talks of suicide
Roxy pov
The beeping echoed around my head. The reverberations of the sound hitting my skull and bouncing back into the muscle was enough to cause a riveting pain. I couldn't move. I was in a state of paralysis. But I could here the muffled voices of the people around me.
"You did the surgery?"
"Yes we di-"
"She didn't give her consent for that surgery to go ahead."
"It is in our best interests that the patient survives, this tumour on her brain causes a lot of internal bleeding and we needed to get it out."
What surgery? Am I alive? I thought I was dead. I'm supposed to be dead.
The thoughts radiating through my brain drowned out the voices on the outside. Until one name broke me out of my trance.
"Mr Hossler, with all due respect, you are not a doctor."
Hossler? What is he doing here? Did he do this?
I heard the beeping start to increase ever so slowly. The voices stopped. I heard some shuffling and then I felt someone lift my eyelid. They shine a bright light into my eye, making my pupil shrink into the depths of my iris and made me want to immediately shut my eye. I tried as hard as I could to get the light away from my sensitive eye, and out from under the finger, but it was no use.
"She's waking up." The doctor said. Hey asshole get the light out of my eye right fucking now.
He let go of my eye, and finally, the paralysis was starting to wear off. I squinted my eye closed, trying to get some moisture back to it, before opening it again, not wanting it to feel like rocks were under my eyelids when I blinked.
I opened my eyes, and allowed them to adjust to the room. My first reaction was to lick my lips as I looked around.
"Good morning sunshine." He chuckled as he saw my blank face.
Brain surgery. They performed the brain surgery without my permission. How do I know? Because it took me a whole two minutes of staring at the man who royally pisses me off, before I finally figured out who he was.
But he isn't who I remember him as. At this very moment in time, I remember him as that stupid high school fuck boy, who did everything in his power to avoid school.
I know that's not who he is now, I just don't remember him as he is now, because of the amnesia.
"What happened?" My voice rasped.
Stupid question really. I know exactly what happened, it's just that parts of the puzzle are a little blurry.
"You tried to top yourself Roxy." He said with no emotion.
"Well I know that much." I said as I drank some of the water he had given me. It started to soothe the burning sensation in my throat almost instantly because of it's declined temperature.
"I don't know anything other than that. All I know is that you've spent the last week trying to break off any debts you may have with people. And divided the rest of your saving up. What I want to know is why did you leave that for me and Leela?" He asked as he sat down on a chair.
All the memories came flooding back at the mention of that beautiful little girl. She was always going to be a beautiful child. She had auburn hair like her mother, but she had Jaden's bright blue eyes. Whenever she smiled, you could see the dimples so perfectly defined, that she also shares with Jaden. Little freckles litter her nose and under eyes. She had her dad wrapped round her little finger and that would come back to bite him in the ass when she's older. Whenever she would come into the hospital for her surgeries, we gave her a special made pink hospital gown. She was always so happy, even after the detonating surgeries she went through.

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