The Blue Hearted Devil Himself

Stupid stupid girl

I blink with One eye groaning.

I jerk awake brightness all in my face im in the private hospital I was hear when I broke my leg. Well Nigel broke my leg. Im all alone. I press my lips together huffing out. maybe I was hoping Buzzy would be here or Even Colten. Pathetic!

My body feels numb. I can't remember anything that happened.

It's blurry for a moment but the lights harsh.

The door opens I watch carefully it's Dr.Harris. I try to talk but something lodged in my throat. He held up a finger telling me to wait he puts on blue gloves.

"I had to intubate you. I'm going to pull the tube out you might gag a bit it's going to you uncomfortable." He explains My eyes water up I nod he slowly pulls out a tube I cough a little he grabs a tube for my nose placing it on me.

"what- what happened? Where am I?" I ask softly licking my lips. My throat is nothing but dry. "A private hospital in New York City."

I nod once. Looking at the dark sky "how long have I been here?" I ask softly feeling as if I've been here for quite some time judging by he's got a beard. I swallow trying to think the worse to prepare for the answer

"About 4 weeks so a month give or take." He says quietly I look up my breathing stops for a moment.

My eyes bulge "How come I don't remember any of it?"
"Comatose." He speaks sitting the clipboard down as he flicks my iv "I was in a coma for an entire month?" "we moved you to the icu when you started showing signs of-"

"yes or no?" I ask him interrupting him "yes. you were beaten up."
he speaks. "You were awake at first but then you wet into cardiac arrest which led to you being comatose."

"You were at the wrong place at the wrong time." He whispers feeling sorry for me. "You also suffered from minor brain damage."
"Brain damage." I repeat "yeah our neurologist has to drain the fluid and relive pressure off your brain." My hands begin to shake as I hear the industries.

"Can I check the inside of your mouth?" He asks I nod he puts blue gloves on. I open my mouth he moves my cheek I wince feeling like my teeth were inside my cheek the fleshy skin digging in my teeth. "Well you-" he starts I cut him off. "English please" I remind him before he goes all doctor on me. He just nods. "Um the inside of your cheek has cuts from your teeth and the impact of someones fist hitting your face repeatedly." He explains looking at his clipboard. I nod. "It didn't heal?" I ask he shakes his head "you had a broken jaw it can slow the process down. Not to mention build up an infection."

"Can I talk with a broken jaw?" I ask just curious he nods "yeah it's painful though you lost some weight."

"I was beaten up." I murmur softly even though it's pretty evident. Looks like I got mauled by animals He swallows nodding. He explains my injuries to be I observe my stitches in my body. Great. "So your like Frankenstein right now?" I ask him. He presses his lips together.

"That make me his monster." I say

"I think it's safe to say your a lot more alive then he was." He stated in the book. "Have you seen Jackel and hyde?" I ask him "No but I've read the offspring comic." my lips tip upwards it's impressive. "In the books he was a cannibal too." He mutters looking threw my paper work

"That's refreshing" I utter.

"You had 18 broken ribs. " he says my vision blurry still as I try to stay focused. "Nothing permanent besides the limp."
"Why are my ribs still broken?"

" to revive when you got here that means pushing on your chest with shatters ribs."
"Prosthetic?"I repeat "typically it's for cancer patients but under the circumstances."
"got it." I whisper nodding.

"The limp." I whisper wiggling my toes. I groan mumbling jumbled words
"You should make a full recovery nothing I'm not to worried about you internal industries look well not good but the definitely could be worse. It will take months for you to completely heal but the beaten you took should've left you dead or in more permanent life threatening conditions."

"I can't see anything out of my right eye" I mumble I hold my
hand up trying to count my fingers. "it's gonna be a little blurry at first it should heal." He says tapping on his screen. "your medications." he holds a bag "wow that's fun." I murmur sarcastically. "try to chew on the opposite side in case of an infection you'd have to see a dentist for that. You have to go to the pharmacy to get them refilled but I'll come in to check up on you and your healing process." He hands me a tiny red spray bottle for cherry flavored spray. I smile I'm sure it will be nasty.

"W- was I sexually assaulted?" I ask my throat dry. He inhales looking at me with such dreary I feel like I want to cry. The thought that I can't remember someone did whatever they wanted with me. Here come the water works.

"I'm not sure no signs of it but I can get a rape kit if you'd like." He says l nod. I'm in a hospital it's just private the room is cold smells of chemicals I can hear people walking by the beeps of other patients.
"I'll go get Dr Alisha Webder she's more qualified to preform it." I look down giving a small nod.

"Your injuries are all right here he hands me a paper print out this clipboard. A long list. This is an actual hospital though. "The medical bill" I utter mentally face palming he shakes his head "it's already taken care of." He answers I stare at him confused he tips his head to the side "ah the blue devil." I say quietly. He swallows.

"Thank you Doctor" I say I'm honestly confused. I barely remember anything. I let him leave first then I break down in to tears. My body shaking with sobs. I hold my broken hands against my fucked up face.

Stupid stupid girl.