The Girl Who Wanted Love

Beep... beep... beep...

I found myself swimming in a tranquil haziness. I heard a male voice, young and concerned.

"Grace? Grace! Wake up, please wake up." The male being beside me had obviously been crying for a while, I noted upon the sniffling of his nose.

I used all my might to push my eye lids open. I opened them little bits at a time, judging by the weighted feeling of my eyes, I had been out for a while. *A week or so I'd guess. Thank God, you're awake though, I was gotting pretty bored talking to myself. Excuse the pun.*

I let out a quiet moan, my whole body ached. Especially my whole head.

"Grace? Look at me, Grace." My eyes finally cooperated with my brain and opened. There looking over me and softly holding my hand was Jay. "Oh thank God, you're awake. Nurse! She's awake!"

A nurse and doctor walked in. "Well good morning, Grace!" The Doctor was loud and cheery.

"Sshhhhhh." I managed to moan out. "My head, ssshhh." Jay couldn't help but chuckle.

"Oh, right. It's good you're awake, Grace. Another day and we would have been extremely concerned." The Doctor spoke quieter now.

"How long have I been out?" I croaked, my throat was very dry.

"A week." Jay whispered, his eyes were puffy, shore signs that he had been crying... a lot.

"What-what happened to me?" I whispered, closing my eyes for a moment, I rested my hand on my head.

"Well, I was cleaning you up, when you fainted and hit your head really hard off of my bathroom floor." Jay whispered.

"You have three ribs that are broken and two that are fractured. You have at least sixty stitches, counting them all up on your legs. A large goose-egg on the back of your head, a broken wrist and many, many bruises." The Doctor had a pitiful look on his face.

*Boy, do I hate that.* 'He's a doctor, what do you expect?'

"Would you mind telling me how this happened?" He asked, playing with his fingers and rocking back and forth on his feet.

"I got jumped on the street. Two men grabbed me and beat me, and they obviously cut me." I gestured to my thighs. "I must have hit my head when they shoved me down. It could have been kids at my school, they do this kind of stuff all the time." I pulled that blanket back over my legs.

"Hmm, can you remember what they looked like?" Questioned the nurse, causing all of us to jump at her sudden voice of speaking.

"Nope, it was dark." I rubbed my face when I felt stitches. "What did I do to my face?" It was across my cheek bone.

"You hit your cheek off of the corner of the sink when you fainted." Jay whispered, still conscious of my head. "Unfortunately it will scar but, that won't take away from your beauty." I felt my cheeks turn a royal shade of pink. No one had ever said anything like that to me.

"Thank you." I choked out, I was a little embarrassed. "So, how long do I have to stay in the hospital?"

"You're free to leave whenever you like, although I will have to show you how to correctly wrap your thighs so they won't get infected, and you won't be able to wear make-up with the stitches on your cheek." The Doctor said, trying to be as quiet as possible.

"I'd like to leave today, as soon as possible, anyway." I pulled that blanket off of my legs and looked at the stitches and scars from past self harm. I sighed, I hated myself so much right now.