Chapter 16

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ZEEL

My head hurts, it hurts as if some fucking hammer is tossed on it. My hands feel limby, unable to stretch and hold them up. Hearing beeping and grunting, I jerked my eyes open and to my absolute damn horror, I am in a Fucking Hospital. But why??? Slowly the memories rushed back and I remember, I was walking from the centre to our home when a speeding car, brushed me off and I fell on the pavement with my head. Fuck, I must have had a concussion, that's why this blunder hurts like hell.

Ahhh, I check the time on the clock on the wall and it's eight thirty. Lina might have been worried shitless, God, I need to call her and tell 'I am okay.'

I can't feel my hands, maybe some kind of joke it is, when I lean my vision down and see, my hands are wrapped in a bandage, oh, so they have been injured. Fuck, now not a good time to not be working you scapegoats.

I hear rushing outside the hospital room and almost jumped when Lina came whooshing in with Bran and Liam. So, someone might have informed them. Thank Fuck. Hi smiled weakly cause these doctors haven't given me strong pain killers, as pain throbs in every part of my limbs.

Lina came by side of my bed; she grabbed my good left hand where no bandage is there. She squeezed it lightly, not to hurt me. I mumbled 'hi' but it never left my throat as I feel itchy and tight. Lina has tears in her eyes, I want to reach her, hold her face and wipe all those damn tears. Fuck.

"Sweet bean, are you okay?" her voice makes me instantly relax. Apparently, she is my guiding moon and shit, cause when she is in the room, I feel lighter and much happier.

I nodded, unable to form words, I look back at Bran who is standing behind Lina, verge of crying and I blinked my eyes softly telling her, I am Okay really.

One of the doctors visited after ten minutes, Lina instantaneously stood up to grasp all the knowledge the doc is gonna throw our way. I smile colly, but feeling pain in my head so I dropped the smile. Doc explained, that I have a concussion, duh, I guessed that right and some minor limb tearage in my right hand and they scratched some sharp object on the pavement, and my throat will have some issues as the painkillers, they been giving me is clearly not worked so they upped the dosage and the side effect is no talking as itchy and tight throat. Lina's eyes are watering but she controls them and then nods when doc suggests, he will discharge me tomorrow, after keeping me tonight for observation and I have to have at least two weeks of bed rest and a proper care for my right hand. Fuck, it's gonna be long two weeks.

Lina grabbed my hand again when the doctor left the room. Lina bent forward and pressed a kissed on my lips and murmurs, "I am so sorry baby, I am so sorry." I shook my head rapidly which shoved the pain in my big head, having me screech with pain.

Bran came next and dropped so many curses and then, wrapped me up in a warm hug and said, "You better get well soon, or you are going to have so many issues." I chuckled lightly, which to my ears sounded like a duck quacking. I am so Fucked right now. All I need to do is, so home and snuggle my girl.

Maybe pain, meds are working, my eyes lids shutting themselves, last image I remember is of Lina smiling tightly and squeezing my limb hands and I am wakening in the dream land where every fucking thing is possible.

I woke the next day, pain in my head is subsiding but the buzzing around the skull is still there. I analysed the room and when my gazed dropped in the side of the bed where Lina has plopped her head and she is sleeping looking so beautiful, her one hand is clutching mine, like if she'll leave it, I might disappear. I tried to speak again and some sound like, "Ahh, baasjadh." Came out.

Lina jerked awake and watches me watching her. Her eyes shows worries and then relief. I remember, woken up few times in the night, just to check, I am bloody alive. Guess what, I am. Lina reached out and wiped some hair which have been bothering me since forever but I am so weak to do it myself. "Morning, sweet bean. How are you feeling, is pain any less?" she asks worriedly.

I drew a breath to gain strength and said, "I guess, I am fine, my hand feels detached to my body and my head is buzzing with insane sounds which I guess, I am never fucking experienced. I am so sorry Lina; I was coming home to you. But the shitty fucking speeding car knocked me off." I shrugged but these little actions shoots pain everywhere. I winced, taking the cue, she made me lie down on the bed and spoke, "You have nothing to be sorry about, it's just an accident, I am so sorry, how I behaved at the afternoon, yesterday, you wanted to spend time and I shoved you off."

I shook my head, God if she'll blame me for my accident, it'll be the death of me, I squeezed our intertwined hands and spoke in low voice, "Babe, remember when I told you about my music tragedy and you said, that it wasn't my fault, it was an accident and it could have happened any other way. So, stop beating yourself, honey. I mean it, I am Okay, soon, we'll be home.

She smiled weakly and nodded. We chatted for few minutes and I felt dizzy so I dozed off. In the afternoon, doctor discharged me and I am so fucking happy to sleep in my bed, which smells of us. Me and Lina, she opened the door and brought me a glass of water and my prescription. "God, just fucking give me few doses, those fuckers made my throat itchy, I felt like water blogging system with that." She chuckled and sat on the bed and straighten me up, handed me three different looking pills, I swallowed them with a gulp of water and lied back on the bed.

Lina collected the glass and stood up, I watched her leave but I don't her to leave, when her hand reached the door knob, I made squeaky sound which I am sure she is unable to ignore. She halted back and narrowed her eyes.

"I don't want you to leave, it's been centuries, I snuggled up to you, I feel dizzy but I need you beside me in our bed while I sleep. Please." I made puppy-dog eyes, I am irresistible in them. She smiled warmly and spoke, "I wasn't leaving, sweet bean. Just putting off this glass and coming back to you. I will always come back to you." My heart feels all muddy and limby with that confession and I smile brightly, pain killers showing their effect as I feel absolutely fine.

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