Little broken birds {ed sheeran & One direction fanfiction}

Chapter 10

(Back to Izzy’s POV)

It’s so cold. I’ve been out here for over 7 hours now I think.

Why the hell did I choose to wear this stupid dress and Clo’s little cardigan?

More to the point, why hadn’t I gone back to the club when I still had the energy to move?

My emotions are completely messed up. The guy I’ve been dreaming about for the past 2 years kissed me, but I still love James.

I don’t think I’ll ever get over him. 4 years… you can’t just suddenly forget everything you’ve felt for the last 4 years!

But Izzy, it’s Ed! Ed! You’ve always loved Ed!

But what if Ed doesn’t like me? What if he was just drunk?

He must have been to get up on stage and sing with me…. And kiss me. Only a drunken would do that.

I’m going crazy. That’s the only explanation. I’m having an argument with my own mind for goodness sake!

“Isabella?” great, now I’m hearing voices as well. “Izzy?”

Nobody could ever love you; you’re just a worthless piece of crap, just look at yourself!

Imagining that someone’s actually bothered to come and find you!

You stupid, pathetic, worthless little girl!

The last thing I remember is a mop of curly brown hair and the outline of a girl stood next to it. Then all there is is darkness.

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“I think she’s waking up. Izzy? Izzy can you hear me?” who’s is that voice?

It’s familiar but I can’t quite place it-

“Someone call for the nurse. I swear I just saw her eye open.”

It was true, I’d tried to open my eyes, but all I could see was blurry outlines of people I didn’t know. The last voice I heard before falling back into the oblivion was just a whisper

“Izzy, please, please wake up. Please be alright. I’m so sorry, really really sorry…”

That voice was the only one I could recognise, because I would know his voice anywhere.

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The pain woke me up. Horrible, unbearable pain. I slowly opened my eyes, and I could hear the sound of alarm bells ringing.

Suddenly people came into the room and were surrounding the bed. “She’s awake.” One said.

“Isabella? Can you hear me Isabella?” I heard the door opening. “Is she…. IZZY!” then “please sir, you have to wait outside. She’s in a very fragile state.”

Was I? Stupid question, I was in a hospital for goodness sake.

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The air smelled stale and the mattress I was laid on felt rubbery underneath the sheets. I tried to sit up.

“No, you have to stay laid down sweetheart. You’re wired up to a machine so try not to move. I know it’s confusing but just give yourself some time to wake up properly okay honey?”

I hadn’t noticed but there was now only one nurse in the room, I must have fallen asleep again.

My vision was starting to clear. “Wh-where am I?” I murmured. Shit, my voice is so horrible!

“You’re at St. Luke’s hospital, intensive care ward.” She explained.

Intensive care? What had happened to me?

A beeping noise started to get faster. The nurse looked to her left, a worried expression on her face.

“No, don’t worry Isabella. It’s nothing to get worried about okay?” I started to relax a bit but not that much.

“How long have I been in here?” I whispered. My voice still wasn’t very strong. The nurse looked at me and sighed.

“This is going to be a shock to you Isabella, but you’ve been here for almost 7 weeks now. You were, you were in a comatose state and we couldn’t pull you out of it.”

“Isabella?”

I couldn’t speak.

Seven weeks.

I’d been in this place for almost seven whole weeks?

And I'd been in a coma?

What?!