All For You

Fifteen

Isla

Where the fuck am I? Who the fuck am I? What the fuck am I?

Wasn't I at that drug mission? You know, the one where me and Killian had to kill some chick on her boyfriends orders because she was a cheater or something?

What even happened? Why am I in a damn hospital room, with needles in my arms and a heart monitor to my right?

Fuck, I'm confused. What happened last night? Was it even last night? What's the time? The date?

What am I doing here?

Fuck, my head hurts, and I feel like shit. Like I'm hungover or something stupid, but that's impossible. Right?

Dammit, I think I'm gonna be sick.

I sit up, ignoring the painful ache screaming at me from every corner of my body. I slowly shimmy my way off the bed until my feet are dangling over the edge, and I ease myself onto my feet despite the everlasting ache in them.

Thankfully, I don't fall to the ground pathetically, but I'm not sure if I can walk without eating shit, so I don't. I stay still and look around, scratching my head.

Did I get hurt on the mission? Did Killian or the organisation send me to the hospital?

The thought makes me snort. Yeah fucking right. That'd be a sight to see.

No. I don't know what happened, but it doesn't matter. If I don't get out of here soon, the organisation is gonna be mad, especially since I just made a deal with one of their higher ups.

Mr. Smith probably thinks I betrayed him or something. I bet he's fuming. Man, I wish I was there to see the look on his face.

Actually, I probably will see it when I get back.

Now I just need to figure out how to do that with these weak ass legs.

I try taking a step forward, and when I manage that, I take another one, dragging my IV pole with me, using it as a kind of walking stick.

"The doctor said she should wake up soon-" the door opens, and I freeze in my spot when Nick walks in, turned around as he talks to someone close behind him. He stops talking when he turns around and sees me, standing upright, frozen to the core.

"What's wrong-" Warner does the exact same thing, dropping his cup of water on the floor as soon as he sees me, mouth open, eyes wide, heart no doubt in his stomach. "Isla?"

"No," I mutter, taking a step back. My knees buckle, but I catch myself of the bed, forcing myself to stand up straight. "No. My name's Sophie. No...Lia. My name's Lia. I'm not...why...you can't...be here."

"Isla!" Nick yells, racing forward. He pulls me into a hug as gently as he can, all while squeezing me half to death, and I can't do anything but freeze up, shocked.

Why are they...why are they here? Why am I here?

What the fuck is going on?

When Warner joins the hug, basically suffocating me now, I can't help but hug them back. I can't help but breathe them in. I can't help but let out the loudest sob of my life, my tears flowing non-stop.

They cry back, soaking my hospital gown as I soak their clothes.

I barely breathe the entire time, apart from smelling their smells and sobbing loud sobs. But I don't care. I don't care, and I wonder why I ever did.

This is all I've ever wanted. This is all I've ever needed.

And I have it. I have it and I don't regret it. Not one bit.