𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 || 𝐅𝐍𝐀𝐅 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

-Chapter sixteen-

TW: minor swearing, injury

————————————

Your eyes slowly blinked open.

You squinted, trying to adjust to the bright lights entering your vision. You heard a soft beeping from beside you.

Sitting up, you instantly winced from a surging pain in your leg, making you sit back again. Huffing, you looked around to see you were in a hospital bed, wires stuck on your body connecting to various different machines.

Why am I- you stopped mid thought as you realised. Memories of what happened earlier came flooding back. You were nearly fucking killed, that's why.

"Im alive" a small breath of relief left your lips. Suddenly, a nurse entered the room with a clipboard. She looked in her early 20's, with long, silky, black hair pulled back into a low ponytail and hazel eyes. She was beautiful.

She lifted her eyes from her clipboard as she shut the door behind her, and raised her brows, realising you were awake. "Oh, you're awake! How are you feeling?" she asked, a look of concern on her face.

"Sore" you answered truthfully. "But im mainly okay" you reasurred her. "How long was I asleep for?"

"Oh, only a few hours" she nodded. "We stitched up your wounds, apart from the one on your jaw, because that one wasnt fatal. It will only leave a scar" she continued. You nodded in understanding. "You're gonna have to stay in the hospital for a few days while you are recovering, but then you can go back to the comfort of your own home" she smiled at the last part.

You returned a weak smile. "For the moment, you need to rest. We dont want your stitches bursting open now, do we?" she joked. You chuckled "No ma'am"

She fixed her posture "I'll leave you be for now. Rest easy" she spoke softly. "Thank you" you nodded, then she left the room.

-Timeskip-

Time came, then passed. You spent 4 days in the hospital. Your wounds weren't hurting as much, but they still made you wince whenever you made a quick move. You were finally sent home, but you needed to rest some more for a full recovery.

Once you arrived back into your cosy apartment at 10:04pm, you kicked off your shoes then slowly laid down on your bed. You checked your pager for any messages.

Inbox: 4 new messages.

3 messages were from your manager, and what surprised you, is that you had one from Dave too.

There was this special pager that was introduced, earlier this year actually, and it was the new hottest thing, literally every adult/teenager you saw had one of these. It allowed you to send actual text messages instead of just codes.

3 new messages from: Boss

Boss: Hey Y/N, I heard about what happened. Im terribly sorry.
Boss: Wishing you a speedy recovery
Boss: You can stay off work for however long you like, as long as you are well rested.

You thought your manager was some grumpy old guy who didnt care about anyone, but turns out he does have a heart.

You typed back:

You: Thank you, sir. No need to apologise, it wasnt your doing. I wont be off work for too long; I'd rather not be stuck in my apartment for too long either.

Then, you checked the message from Dave.

1 new message from: Dave