Saving Isabella

Chapter 17: Sorry not sorry

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Posting after only three days. Am I God? Just kidding, writer's block has been hitting me faster then the bus from Mean Girls. If you have any ideas, please, please, please tell. I litteraly abandoned the story for a week and I was reading some comments and looked at the story and it said Dylan and I was like who the fuck is Dylan? He's the twin. So yeah...

I open my eyes slightly before quickly shutting them again. The lights are so blinding! I try again this time slower, so my eyes have time to adjust. I observe my surroundings, I have no idea where I am, my best guess is a hospital, but if I'm in a hospital something bad happened.

As if on cue I let out a whine of pain as I hear a sharp pain in my side, my ribs! I try to sit up, but I can barely put any pressure on my arms. Once I finally manage to sit up I start observing my body. My forearms are wrapped in gauze and so is my shoulder, I try to touch it but it hurts too much. My body feels so weak! I pull at my hospital gown to see my stomach, it is also wrapped in gauze, my thighs, where my fresh cuts are, are also wrapped.

If I'm in the hospital that means something happened, and someone brought me in...Dominic. I mean that can't be right, Dominic doesn't care about me, he wouldn't take me to the hospital. I'm trying to remember what happened at the party but my mind is pretty blank. I do remember meating Katie and Katie's friends but that's it. Another thought crosses my mind: if Dominic didn't bring me to the hospital someone else did, and they must've called my brothers, if that happened that means they know, and they can't know. On that note, I slowly climb out of bed, my body feels on fire. Once my feet touch the ground my knees buckle, making me fall to the floor, thankfully I'm still clinging to the bed with my right hand so I didn't actually hurt myself much. My body is horribly weak, and there are sweat beads on my forehead as I try to get up, once I manage I make a run for the door.

The minute I open the door my body plummets to the floor, running was not a good idea. There's random people, faces I don't know and a lot of yelling. Suddenly a door flings open and there's more yelling. I can't hear or see anything since my vision is blurry and there's a loud ringing in my ears. I try to get up but I can't, everything is so heavy! Someone scoops me up, but I can't see who, so I start crying. My crying doesn't last long as black dots fill my vision and my body goes completely weak.

I wake up in the same room, or at least I think it's the same room, all hospital rooms look the same. No no no no no! This can't be happening! I've got restraints on my hands and legs, I can barely move. Fear takes over, followed by panic, I feel like I'm suffocating by the weight of the air. The only part of my body I can lift up is my head since my chest is strapped down with another restraint. I start wiggling my wrists, trying to blindly study the restraint to get out, I pull and pull at it, the leather grinding against my flesh.

"Isabella stop!" A cold, familiar voice orders. He presses a button which makes the upper part of the hospital bed bend up so I'm in a sitting position. I wince a little before looking at my eldest brother Arthur. He looks at me with pity, I hate pity, so I scowl back at him, before returning to pick at the restraints. "We need to talk." the words I've been dreading since I woke up just came out of his mouth. I'll just play it innocent.

"About what?" I snap, tugging harder at my left restraint, since it wasn't super tight, my wrist could slide around a bit, but I couldn't make my hand pass through, this only caused the skin on my wrist to become red and raw.

"I'm pretty sure you know what I'm talking about" he pauses looking me up and down for any sign of understanding, but I just stare at him blankly, "You had surgery, one of your broken ribs punctured your lung, you almost died, other than the fact that you consumed an ungodly amount of drugs and alcohol after you snuck out to go to a party, after you punched Lorenzo and run away from us, after disappearing for 4 hours straight after school and randomly turning up. But the most pressing matter are your bruises, wounds, burns, scars and broken ribs."