My brothers bestfriend (A.M fanfiction) [EDITING]

Chapter 41 | 4 dull walls

Taylor pov:

The sound of a harsh beeping shot through my head like knives through the butter of my brain.
I tried to sit up but at first nothing moved.
My eyelids shot up and the first thing that struck me was the brightness.
It was brighter than I've ever seen before, blinding me immediately.
When my head cleared, I looked around and what had surrounded me was a wonderland of a clean, sterile environment that smelled of chemicals and sickness.
The walls seemed to bleed white, they were so brightly painted.
The seemingly clean tiled floors gave the impression of having been countless times before scrubbed of blood and vomit.
Machines surrounded my bed, which was clothed in green sheets.
I myself was wearing only a medical smock, the pillow below me once was soft, but was now smashed and compact.
The white sheets were twisted and an IV ran out of my arm like a snake worming it's way into my hair follicles.
A bright light was shining directly in my face, a sight that reminded one of the Dentist's office.
I could hear the faint sound of the Television announcer continuing the boring, meaningless conversation.
And someone in front of my door which looked like they were arguing or the person having ago at the other person about something but I couldn't quiet hear them.
I just sunk my head back into the pillow.
Every muscle has seized up.
My body is struggling to recover, to repair the damage.
Unable to move with any grace my movements are jerky.
I felt how I looked beat up in my early days of cheerleading.
On each arm there are great purple welts that will only deepen over the coming week.
Against my ghostly skin they are grotesque, but I know I am lucky not to have punctured any of my organs...well I hope none of my organs are punctured.
I haven't seen the doctor yet, so I can't guarantee anything.
I slowly lift up my medical gown to reveal deep wounds that will soon to be scars and bruised skin.
"Hfmpt" was the only thing that I could say I couldn't move properly.
I couldn't do nothing besides lay down in pain unable to speak but make unreadable sounds.
I didn't need to be walking about looking like I came off worse in a fight so I guess I'm gonna be hauled up here for a while.
Without looking in a mirror I know my face is as purple as my arms.

Austin pov:

"The bruises were a multitude of hues, colours.
There were garish purple splotches, roughly the size of a fist, while others were more grayish, but still looked just as bad.
And they were all over her it wasn't just the bruises.
There were deep wounds too.
Lines across her body as if someone or something had dug it's nails into her, tearing her flesh.
Something had clawed away at her, the gashes told the whole story.
She has a fractured wrist , a few broken ribs and a broken leg but there was a problem one of the bones to the rib was leaning against her heart if there was even a little pressure to the broken bone she would of been a goner but we have already removed it and now she's stable.
All she needs is plenty of rest and she'll be back to her old self in no time"
The doctor said holding his clipboard against his chest as he explained the damage of Taylor's body.
It was horrible, I could hardly bear to look at her.
I can't believe I did this to someone.
I'm a monster.
I belonged in prison after what I done.

"Thank you doc" Hazel breathed heavily as her eyes changed into a greyish blue colour that meant she was tired and miserable.
She couldn't stand to be 4 inches near me ...
Hazel looked into Taylor's room.

Hazel's POV:

Her looked like the eyes of the dead which reflected the charcoal clouds above, their dark beauty lost to this victim of the night.
Even a while ago her blue eyes looked like clouded sky- her life was trapped behind those clouds.
All the light was waiting to show as soon as the wind would carry them away.
I'm supposed to be that wind which would help her to feel alive again as I pick up the pieces.
Out of all of the damage she obtained it was her soul that was damaged the most.
Although, her body was almost beyond the point at which recovery was possible.
When the paramedics cut away her clothes the blooming purple patches told of internal ruptures, likely organ damage.
They had looked at me with encouraging faces but were utterly ashen I couldn't see them, giving involuntary shakes of their heads.

Austin's POV:

"Ha-" I begun but was cut of by Hazel's finger that was placed on my lips.

"Don't! ...just don't"

"Just be grateful Imogen is fine and so is Taylor ...I just don't understand why were you mad about her telling you about Imogen ...why would you beat her up over this?"
She huffed not even able to look me in the eyes

"If I tell you I'm having your baby are you gonna hit me? What's makes me any different?"
She continued as she paced in between me and the door.

"I was confused to not know why she didn't tell me earlier I was hurt I didn't hear my daughters first words, I was mad I never saw her crawl for the first time I was frustrated she just told me months before our wedding and mostly I was scared that she'll drive you away ...that it would make you so uncomfortable that you run away from marrying me ...I just didn't want to lose you I've lost you twice I don't want to let go of you the third time"
I exclaimed as I sat down by the bench next to Taylor's room.
I felt water that befalls from my bloodshot eyes drop in sync down my jawline while I rub my temples in frustration.
I'm such an idiot,

"Austin ...look I will never leave you even if you had a child with someone else I will still love you no matter what but don't take your angry, your confusion and fear out on someone else because you'll be hurting the people all around you .... I need you to do the right thing and tell Taylor your sorry "
She breathed out as she held my chin gently between her fingers.

"...and to confess to the police what you've done"
When she said that last sentence it hit me like a ton of bricks, my heart literally sunk.

"I'm still going to marry you I just want to hold it off for a while..."
Tears poured down her cheeks.
I really fucked it up this time.
I was hurt and she was hurting 10x more.
I was lost for words while she was broken.
I had already destroyed everything and we weren't even married yet as I watch her slowly try pick up the pieces again.
My life literally turned upside down in the matter of seconds and I couldn't do anything to change it.

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