the connection

Why did life have to be so unfair: Chapter 13

Elle POV

I felt somebody playing with my hair, I smelled the stale air. Where was I? I opened my eyes a bit to see a white, bright room. Hospital, of course. Way to go, Elle. But, why was I here? I looked up at Annabelle, who had her mouth agape. "SHE WOKE UP!!" She yelled and ran out of the room, probably to get a nurse. I raised a hand to my oncoming headache from her shouting. I wanted to fall back to sleep, but it'd be no use, They'd wake me up again. How long was I out? Was it bad I didn't even care, why or how long I was here? It probably would only depress me more. I looked at my arms, they were all taped and bandanged up. I seriously had no idea what the hell I had done! I looked at the Flowers and balloons and cards and chocolate overflowing on my bed side table. I really had a great family and an amazing best friend. I was admiring some beautiful, yellow daisies when Harry, my mum, my dad, my sister, and Annabelle ran back into the room, followed by a nurse. They all starting hugging me over the bed and asking me questions like how I felt ect ect. The nurse just told them to leave the room for a couple minutes so she could do some standard tests on me and make sure everything is okay. They did as they were told and the nurse checked my temperature, ran a blood test, and made sure my breathing was okay and what not. Standard procedure, of course. She then asked me in a quiet voice, which I liked very much, "Would you like for your family to come and visit, or would you like to sleep some more?" I had to think about this one, I really did. "I'd like to see my family and friends if that's alright. But could you tell Annabelle to come in first?" She nodded and stepped out of the room. A few minutes later, Annabelle came rushing in and almost pulled me out of the bed so she could hug me. We hugged for so long, and I felt a tear of hers fall onto the shoulder of my night gown. "Annabelle, why are you crying? What happened to me, what happened?" She shook off the tears and sat on the side of my bed and held my hand gently before telling me what happened. She took a deep breath and said "Elle, You and Louis got into an argument Thursday morning. Something about him still being in love with Sarah? Harry and I tried to hear the best we could but we didn't hear everything. Is it coming back, do you remember some of what happened?" She said, her words full of curiosity. I gulped hard and shook my head, having the slightest idea as to what she was talking about. She went on "Well, you kicked him out and you had a breakdown and you....you..." her words were quaking and she was crying slightly. I couldn't bear to see her cry, but I had to know why I was even here. Why didn't I remember any of this?!? "Annabelle, I know it's tough, but why am I here?" "Elle, you cut yourself. You cut yourself so badly that you passed out and you've been out for 3 days. You lost so much blood..." She stammered out, before looking up to try to stop the tears that were flowing down her face. I couldn't believe myself. I had been so stupid. I put myself in a hospital and put myself in danger and worried the absolute shit out of my family and friends, over a boy. Elle, how could you be so stupid?! I pulled Annabelle in close and reassured her that I was alright and everything would be alright. "I ate hospital food for you" Annabelle said and laughed. She could always lighten the mood, even when it was her who brought it down. We talked about little things but I didn't have much to say, seeing as my headache was still hammering on my skull. "Annabelle, could you tell my parents and my sister can come in?" She nodded and left the room. Shortly after she left, my parents came rushing in with my sister in tow. Both of my parents looked like they hadn't slept in a week straight and my sister looked like she had been crying. My parents hugged me for a really long time, and I actually felt important to my parents. They assured me that they loved me and I was going back to the therapy, lovely. Charlotte came up to me and sat on my lap and said really quietly "I was afraid you were going to be with aunt Millie. I didn't want that to happen." That hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't believe what I had done. I had to forget about Louis, for everyone else's sake. Why did life have to be so unfair?