Breaking point

Unexpected savior

Slowly I began to blink my eyes open, the blurriness fading with every blink. My head was pounding with an aching searing pain.

I groaned with pain as I sat up to look around. Where was I? Hearing a slight rhythmic beeping noise, I turned to my left and realized I was hooked up to an IV and the monitor was display my heart beat.

Glancing down at the bed, it all made sense, the gown, the IV, the heart rate monitor.... I was in the hospital, but for what? I hadn't the slightest clue. I couldn't remember much of anything about yesterday.

Just my fight with Cole, Emma picking me up and.... taking me to a party at Weston's. Oh god. What could've happened there while I was unaware? Why was I here in the hospital? Did someone try to kill me or something?!

I quickly looked over my arms and legs, making sure there were no cuts, bruises, ect. Everything looked ok... So what happened? The last thing I remembered was Keegan.... Did he drug me? But I only drank water, right? He wouldn't have had the chance...

As my head continued throbbing and my mind spiraled into confusion, the hospital room door swung open as someone, I presumed was the doctor, walked in.

"Good, your awake." The doctor commented with a nod. He looked older, maybe late fifties, bits of grey hair and a few wrinkles around his face.

Nodding, I sat up straighter, feeling better that I had someone to answer my questions now.

"What exactly happened?" I asked slowly, "why am I here?"

"Your very lucky to be here actually," the doc began, giving me a concerned look, "a friend of yours brought you in last night. You were passed out with alcohol poisoning."

"Alcohol?" I muttered in question, more to myself then him, "wait but that's not possible! I was drinking water! I don't drink!"

"Apparently you do." the doctor shrugged, "your very lucky you have such a caring friend. If you hadn't been brought in, you likely would never have woken up."

My heart skipped quite a few beats, but not in the good way. The beats were skipped out of shock and fear. My jaw dropping just slightly as I stared at him in shocked horror.

"but, but-" I stammered, "I hate the taste of it anyway! How could I have possibly had enough to be lethal?"

He shrugged, "I don't know, ma'am, all I can tell you is what the charts say. Your lucky to be alive, I hope you realize what great friends you have."

Friend? Don't have an abundance of those... Maybe it was Emma.

He turned to walk out, his hand on the door nob when I called out, "was I brought in by a girl named Emma?"

The doc shook his head, before giving a slight smile, "someone by the name of Cole Huntley. Nice guy by the way, he really cares about you. We nearly had to force him out of the room while we were working because he was so concerned and wanted to stay and make sure everything went well."

My jaw dropped just a bit as I sighed and my shoulders slumped, I didn't even give him a chance to explain and he still came to save me.

Laying back, I stared up at the ceiling feeling like a horrible person for shutting him out like I did. I wished more than anything that I could tell him thank you and that I was sorry. Someone who was actually bad would never admit to being wrong, but I guess the good girl ways die hard.

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"Miss bates, someone's here to check you out." A mousy nurse informed me as she peeked around the door.

I nodded as I got up and went to the bathroom to put my normal clothes back on. As much as I hated my dad right now, it was probably him here to pick me up. He's still my dad after all.

Gee, can't wait to see what he thinks of my slutty outfit, I thought sarcastically.

Pulling on my shoes, I headed to the door, following the nurse out toward the hospital check-in/out desk. Sighing, I looked up, fully expecting to see my dad but was shocked when I didn't.

"Cole?" I asked in shock, running to him and engulfing him in a tight hug.

"Hi princess." Cole greeted, wrapping his arms around me in a protective sort of hug.

"Thank you." I murmured, my head buried in his chest.

"Anytime." He whispered back, kissing the top of my head.

I shook my head, "ugh my head is pounding and I nearly died."

"That's called a hangover and an overdose." Cole informed me, giving me a light squeeze.

"Never again." I muttered, mentally deciding that alcohol was pointless, "I'll just stick to dumping it on you instead of drinking it."

"Ha!" He laughed, his chest vibrating with warmth and laughter, "sounds like a plan."

Nodding, I remembered about how bad I'd felt, "I'm so sorry. I was such a jerk!" I apologized, hugging him tighter.

"It's ok, you were upset." He rubbed my back gently as I calmed down, "what do you say we get out of here? I don't like hospitals."

Nodding, I finally pulled away, settling for just holding his hand as he checked me out of the hospital.

Cole led me to the parking lot, getting on his motorcycle. I got on behind him, holding on tight as he sped off.

The drive was filled with only the noise of whipping wind rushing past us. As we were driving, I saw our street coming up but as we reached it, Cole drove right past.

"Cole that was our street!" I called over the wind.

He nodded, replying simply, "trust me."