𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒
and the Kooks
have no other choice than
living together, sharing
the same island. But this summer,
rivalries reached a peak, and
there's no going back.
In which Margot Maybank tries to fix her brother's mistakes, but not everyt...
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My head pounded so hard that I instinctively brought my hand to my forehead as my eyes fluttered open. Slowly, I looked around, taking in my surroundings and realizing I was lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and stark white walls. I glanced down at my stomach; although the hospital gown hid any visible injuries, I assumed it had been taken care of, since I seemed alive.
The door opened to my right, and when JJ walked in with my father behind him, I almost wondered if I'd died and was dreaming. Seeing them together without yelling at each other felt unreal. When my father's gaze met mine, he immediately nudged JJ.
"Look," my father said simply.
JJ hurried over, my father close behind, but I was too dazed and nervous to speak. JJ pulled me into a hug, but it was a little too tight, and I felt a sharp pain in my stomach where Barry had stabbed me. I winced, and JJ quickly released me, looking at me with concern.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Nauseous," I replied.
"Give her some space, and go tell the doctors she's awake," my father instructed.
JJ nodded and dashed out of the room, while my father moved closer, gently taking my hand. I tensed at first, but when he raised my hand to his lips and kissed it, I was surprised by the look in his eyes. I wasn't used to seeing any warmth there, but this time, it seemed real.
"I was worried, you know," he began, shaking his head. "When the doctors called and told me what happened, I couldn't believe my little girl had fallen into a coma"
"How long was I unconscious?" I asked, worried.
"Two days," he replied.
I nodded, and he released my hand just as JJ returned with several doctors. It felt strange knowing they'd been caring for me while I had no memory of them. I remembered everything up to the moment I'd closed my eyes and drifted into unconsciousness.
"Hi, Margot, we're glad you're awake. How do you feel?" a doctor asked.
"I-I can't feel my legs, and my head hurts a little, but other than that, I'm okay, I guess," I replied.
"That numbness is normal after the trauma. Your nerves just need time to heal. With rest and therapy, you should regain movement in your legs soon," she reassured me as other doctors around me started to write things down and check the IV line.
"When can I leave?" I asked, making them all laugh, including JJ and my father.
"You woke up five minutes ago, darling. You heard her, you need to rest," my father said.
I immediately frowned at the nickname and shot a confused look at JJ, who only shrugged, looking as surprised as I was at our dad's behavior. I knew he tried to act normal in front of others to avoid trouble, since his abusive side wasn't something he could be proud of, he was aware of that.
