Why? | Phan | Under rewriting

Hospitals.

You know what I hate about hospitals? Everything. The ignorant nurses, the uncomfortable beds, the overrated needles and the, well everything. I swear to god if one more nurses asks me if I want some fucking painkillers, I will shoved said painkillers down the nurses throat.

It's been a few days since the boys came in. Since then Phil was moved to a separate room so they can treat his amnesia. I overhear every conversation. It's always, do you remember this, can you recall that, what about this ridiculously detailed event that no normal person could possibly have even the slightest chance of remembering? Didn't think so. Well at least those 'conversations' were somewhat stimulating.  No I have nothing.

I'm surprised they haven't said anything about me belonging to Phil. I suppose they just assumed I was an independent person. Otherwise I'm fairly sure I've gained some form of magical power and turned invisible. Phil didn't throw a single glance towards me for the whole of the two nights we were in the same room. I won't blame him however, for he almost seemed depressed. His interactions were limited and he didn't seem one bit like the cheer person I knew for, what was it? Half an hour, tops. I won't blame him though, that's my usual attitude anyway so I wasn't particularly fussed.

"Daniel," came the earsplitting high-pitched voice of the nurse, Veronica, as I came to know her. Let's just say she was definitely not my favourite person, even though my choices are limited. Her long yellow hair stuck straight out of her head, and her make up was smudged all over her face, she didn't have the artistic skill of a three year old child with no hands. Her red lips barely moved from her overwhelming plastic surgery as she spoke.

"How are you feeling dear? Would you like som-"

"NO. I mean, no I'm fine honestly no pain killers needed"

"Actually, I was asking if you would like some food." her whiny voice scratched the air around me. Oh. Oops. Don't regret it though; she had it coming for her. She casually trotted around the opposite side of my bed and playfully batted her extremely long and thick eyelashes. Her top lip appeared to curl up slightly as she forged a flamboyant smile, showing her perfectly (obviously whitened) teeth with the odd bright red lipstick stain evident.

"Well then, yes please I'll have a ham and cheese toasted sandwich please." I breathed, still marginally embarrassed over the previous exchange. Nodding, she left the room but not before she swished her mustard yellow hair over her shoulder like she were a princess. I wonder how she even got a job here in the first place. She doesn't look like she would have half the brains to qualify for anything, let alone a nurse. Like I care though.

* le time skip *

I watched as the nurses conversed in the corner, gossiping in 'stage whisper' voices I could easily hear from my hospital bed perched around 5 meters from their conversation. Did a mention there was also a glass wall between us? That too. It's been a few days since my awkward little convo with Miss Mustard Hair, and many more had followed.

I slowly started to move my feet, at first wriggling my toes and fingers, eventually gaining movement almost all over my body, with no pain. Good start. I sat up, stretching my shoulders and arms, wiggling my eyebrows and bushing my hair back on my head. The nurses had yet to notice my movement so I continued to get up and beginning walking across the room. However, that didn't quite to plan. After a few stubbles and trips I made my way towards Phil's bed.

He looked so peaceful in his sleep, clueless as to how hectic his life could've been, and is.  I exhaled nosily, scanning his body. He really had quite the body figure, and his face wasn't unattractive, that was for sure. I don't know what came over me really; I just stood there, for god knows how long, simply staring at him, thank Jesus he didn't wake, or I would be in for yet another awkward conversation.

So, I started back towards my own bed, talking with myself about how stupid I am, wondering really what is wrong with me. I never act like this. I was so caught up in my head I didn't actually notice I had walked out the door and into the lounge, right across from those bitchy nurse, who STILL hadn't noticed I'd moved. I wasn't fazed. I'm still not quite sure why, but I kept walking, down hallways, through and into doors, trying to navigate my way around the maze of a hospital.

Eventually I came across a rather large door that looked very much like the main entrance, and still in my white hospital gown, I walked out.

*coughs*

ummm haiiiii

*hides behind dan*

p.s. it's a longer one pls don't kill meeeeeeeeee i want to live