Loving the High School Bad-Boy

Chapter 22

Ian Somerhalder. Swoon. 😍

Amy's POV (yay!)~

The doctors and nurses surrounded me checking vitals and my heart, brain activity and all my body to make sure I was okay.

After five months of laying here, I was ready to get moving. But because I haven't moved in so long I am forced to go into physical therapy to get everything working properly.

Soon after they left, Jackson came back with his burgers and took a small bite out of the side. I frowned, "What?" He said with a mouthful.

"Bigger bites Denivior." I scolded, he began eating more bites and quickly finished his burgers and stepped outside to call some people.

Almost as quickly as he stepped out he was back in, he kissed my forehead and said, "Family reunion."

I nodded and fell back into the pillow. "Jackson? I need to let you know that I have no reason to forgive you or not forgive you. Because we were not dating, everything was simply an overreaction on my part. I am just letting you know that." He nodded and looked to the ground. He sat in the chair next to me in silence and we stayed like that for maybe twenty minutes before everyone burst in here crying there eyeballs out.

I smiled weakly at all of them as the hugged me and held my hand. Casey was the one who cried the most, I noticed Chase watching her with caring eyes and I internally smirked as I knew I would ask her about that later.

They left as quickly as they came and I noticed Jackson with them. Dad walked into the room and I fell into his arms and i could tell we missed each other a lot. We just hugged and cried in each other's arms and stayed there for what seemed like hours before he finally pulled away.

"I missed you so much darling." He said. I smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek.

"I missed you too Pops." I said.

He nodded and we talked about all the things I had missed and about school and the things taut had happened and how much he missed me.

In a couple of hours I knew just about every detail of what j had missed.

A doctor came into the room and informed my dad that visiting hours were over and he had to go, he nodded kissing me on the cheek before leaving.

She smiled at me and checked her chart. "Well we have only a few reason for you to stay, and that's for a nights observation to make sure your vitals are stable, but other than that, you just have to go to physical therapy for 3-5 hours everyday, and if you continue on that schedule than you should be walking in about three weeks." She nodded and walked out of the room and turned of my light.

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I woke up with a start and looked around at the unfamiliar room, I quickly remembered where I was and what was happening and relaxed in the hospital bed and waited for someone to come in.

I pressed the button to calm a nurse in, and in about a minute a young girl with red curls and big brown eyes walked In.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I'm bored." I said bluntly.

She smirks a bit, and stood up, "Well let's get you cleaned up, I know that next time your family is in here you'd prefer not to look like a wreck. Because I'm not gonna sugar coat it, you are no sleeping beauty."

She smiled when I nodded eagerly and brought in a wheel chair and a small cosmetics bag, she helped me into the chair and began wheeling me to a bathroom.

"Okay, so to avoid any other doctors or nurses we'll put you into a family bathroom." Just as she said, she wheeled me into a family bathroom and waited outside for me.

I turned back to the mirror.

"Shit. I look like shit." I looked at my long ombre hair which was last time I looked at it, to my waist but now it seemed to go to my mid-thighs. Not that I'm complaining. It looks nice assist from the knots and tangles. My face was pale and my eyes looked hollow and lifeless. My cheeks were sunken in and my lips were still dry and cracked.

I sighed and opened up the cosmetics bag, and looked inside and saw de tangling spray, mascara, blush, and some hair ties.

I began brushing out the thick knots in my hair and tried to think about other things when the tears of pain brimmed my eyes.

I kept on rigging, and pulling and tearing and all in all it took about thirty minutes to get five months worth of knots out of my hair.

I let out a sigh ad content and relief, when I looked at my hair which I had pulled to the side and looked silky and smooth now. I applied some blush to my cheeks to make it at least look like I hadn't been half-dead for almost half a year. I applied mascara to my eyelashes and successfully made my eyes bigger and brighter.

I smiled at my reflection as I put on the EOS I had asked Casey to being me and put all the things back in the bag and grabbed a few hair ties to put around my wrist and wheel myself out of the room.

I smiled as the nurse, Jillian, wheeled me back to the room and complemented my hair and told me that I looked much better than before.

She helped me back into the bed and left the room after among sure I was plugged in to all the devices and was stable and well.

I smiled to myself as I thought about my appearance, I looked like a haggled monster before and know I look like myself.

I was content, and happy.

I heard an intake of breath and I looked up to see Jackson standing in the doorway, looking a little healthier than before.

"Your beautiful."