CRAP! I had to act fast. I didn't want it to be awkward with them knowing I heard what he said. Thank god my body seemed to know what I was thinking. A sneeze was easing in. I sneezed my high pitched sneeze and let out a grunt of pain.
I slowly opened my eyes to find Louis staring at me. "Good afternoon, Miss! I'd offer you your lunch.. But Niall ate it." We both turned to glare at him. Niall smiled, blushing.
Liam entered the room. I didn't know he was gone. "Did you wake her up? I told you not to! What's wrong with you two! I'm sorry..." Liam paused his sentence. "You actually didn't tell us your name."
"My name is Melosa. B-but people call me Mel." I started the slight stuttering again.
"Melosa? ... That sounds... Spanish?" Liam asked.
"It is. My mum is from Spain. You would never think my parents could've met." I said, trying not to say too much.
"It's a gorgeous name! So what else are you? Like, so we know your part Spanish, what else?" Liam asked.
"Well I'm 50% Spanish and 50% Irish. My entire name is Spanish and Irish names."
"What's your entire name?" Niall asked.
"Oh, um, Melosa Ciara Blaine." I said, kinda nervously.
"Doesn't Ciara mean the Irish Saint?" Niall chuckled.
"Yeah.. I guess my parents felt the need to have me be perfect but, um, yeah, that couldn't happen!" I spoke.
We sat there for a good 15 minutes filled with awkward stares. Dr. Flinger and Dr. Wishrel walked in with my x-ray scanning.
Dr. Flinger began to speak, "You boys need to wait out in the lob-" I cut him off.
"No. They can stay. It's ok." I spoke.
The doctor continued. "So you fractured your wrist and ankle. Dislocated your kneecap. And.." the doctor paused. "Broke one if your ribs... You have to have surgery immediately before it punctures your heart or any other organs."
