Lightning (A The Wanted fanfic)

Chapter Nine: Drugs, A wheelchair, and POTATOES

I woke up feeling fuzzy, like someone had stuffed cotton wool in my brain. Phil and Dan were still sitting by my bed. I groaned and Phil smiled down at me. "Za, you can't do that again, you need to rest" Dan exclaimed. "I know, but she's my sister, I thought I was gonna lose her and no-one would tell me anything"

They laughed, "Za, you didn't give us a chance". I shrugged and joined in the laughter, only to stop as Phil got up and pressed the call button. "What are you doing? I don't need doctors around more than necessary", "Sorry Za, but the doc told  me to press the call button when you woke up" I groaned again, my doctor was ok, but he didn't have a sense of humor, nor did he like me joking about my health. 

He came in soon after and ha his usual expressionless mask on his face. "Ms Attlewood, You can be discharged later on today, you must take one of each of these, four times a day, three hours apart, then you have to take two of these before you go to bed each night, to help you sleep" He held out a handful of pill containers, passing them to Dan before continuing. "You are on three weeks bed rest, and if you have to get up, you must use a wheelchair, one of which will be supplied by the hospital" As he said this a nurse wheeled the dreaded thing into the room. The doctor left and the band and Yaz walked in. Well, Nathan hobbled on his crutches.

"Hey sis, how you going?" Yaz chirped excitedly. "Fine, but the stupid doctor says I have to stay in bed for THREE weeks and use a stinking wheelchair, but what about you, are you ok?" I said all in a rush. She laughed at my frantic expression and I scowled. "Okay, Okay, I'm fine, just a minor concussion and some bruising, and before you ask Nath is fine as well, just a bad sprain, it has a cast because he is accident prone and we decided it would be safer, it comes off in three days" She said, almost as fast as I did.

Everyone left so I could get changed. I changed into a pair of green skinny jeans and a grey sweater. I put on my favorite owl necklace and then yelled for the others to come back in. Phil helped me into the goddamn wheelchair. I let him and the boys take turns wheeling me around as we made our way to the reception to sign me out. I would have pushed myself but I didn't feel like it, and the others took great joy in making me do wheelies and almost throwing me down the stairs.

I have to say it was fun for me as well, although I hoped we could get out of the hospital before one of us was in need of its services again. We were in the car, driving home when Yaz decided she wanted a can of V (for those who don't know, V is an energy drink). We stopped at a supermarket and she ran inside to get it. I turned to Nathan, who was sitting in the passenger seat. Yaz had been driving. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" I questioned. "You're in a wheelchair, I'm on crutches, there is not much we can do to stop her" "Good point". When I turned back, Yasmin was sprinting out of the supermarket with a massive sack of potatoes over her shoulder. I tapped Nath on the shoulder and he turned around. I gestured to Yasmin, "I think she skulled that V" He nodded and we prepared ourselves for the arrival of Mad Yaz.

She rushed into the car, throwing the potatoes next to me in the back seat before jumping into the driver’s seat and starting the car. "Yaz?" "Ya, Za, hehehehe, Ya Za rhymes" She giggled in a really high pitched tone. I exchanged a glance with Nath, what were we getting ourselves into? "Yaz, what’s with the potatoes?" "Oh they were 10 pounds for a pound so I bought some, I had an idea"

I gulped and we sped off home.

When we got home, Yaz disappeared into the kitchen with the potatoes, locking the door behind her. We told the rest of the band what had happened and then sat down on the couch to wait. We could hear Yasmin clanking around in the kitchen, and I suddenly, for some reason, feared for my life. 

She was in there for over two hours. The rest of us watched an entire season of Glee. Hey! Don't judge us, it was the only thing we could find, due to the fact that all of our DVD’s were currently somewhere in Phil's very very very clean room. Note the extremely sarcastic voice.