His blue eyes: Fifty Shades

~29~

Lights. Blinding bright lights.

Blurriness. Like an old tv without working channels.

Like a cave. Dark but with that beaming light at the end.

I squinted, unable to completely open my eyes. I could hear mumbles of words from people talking. I gave a light moan, shifting my body. It wasn't much effort. I felt so numb yet I felt the pain.

I heard a male voice trying to say something to me, but I couldn't understand. It was gibberish.

Minutes past, felt like weeks. And before I knew it, I blacked out once again.

***

Sun? Lamp? Light bulb? I opened my eyes again to yet even more brighter light. Am I in heaven?

I heard the mumbling I heard before I closed my eyes.

My vision was clearer, and I could see that it was Niall and my mother by my side. I smiled weakly.

"Hi, beautiful." Niall greeted me.

"Hi." I croaked.

"Don't talk, princess. Your throat is a little constrained and strep. Niall informed me. I nodded.

"Honey, are you okay?" My mother asked, as she stroked my cheek. I shrugged my shoulders. It would be better if I could talk. Well I challenged myself.

"When will I be able to talk?" I asked. My voice sounded like a frog croaking.

"I told you not to talk!" Niall growled. My mother rested her hand on his shoulder to calm down.

"Hopefully by tomorrow dear." My mother gritted her teeth. I couldn't tell of she was angry, upset and or annoyed about Niall. I know I shouldn't talk, but I'm like a frog, I like to ribbit.

"Demetria?" Was all I could ask. I wanted to know what happened to her.

"Don't worry about that blonde ass murderous, diabolical, fake mother fucking-"

"Bitch." My mother ended Niall's madness. I smirked. I shook my head at Niall. At least we are both, or all, on the same page.

Moments later a lady nurse walked in to the room. Wait a second, am I in a hospital. I raised an eyebrow to my mother and male friend.

"Hello Mrs. Rothman, Mr. Horan. Good afternoon Ariel." The nurse greeted. I stared at the nurse with a dead-straight face. "Oh, pardon me. I'm Nurse Helen" Helen giggled. I rolled my eyes. Her giggles sounded fake. I hate fake. I watched Helen do what she needed to... she picked up a needle that had a greenish tint of liquid inside. What the hell is it? Is she drugging me. Helen squirted a little out before walking toward me on the left side of me. She took my arm and rubbed some alcohol to clean my skin. But before she could do anything else, I jerked my hand away.

"Give me your arm." The obviously dyed red head said gently, sounded like a fake voice. I hate fake.

"What are you drugging me with?" I questioned her, my voice sounded like it belonged to a smoker.

"Just give her your arm." My mother ordered me. I flicked my head toward my mother's direction. That medical liquid could be anything. It could possibly kill me. Is that what they are trying to do? It all makes sense. Nurse Helen forcefully grabbed my arm and stuck the needle in arm. I started to panic.

"Fuck! Bitch!" I shrieked and screamed tons of cuss words. But my screams became quieter and quieter until they were basically a whisper. Kit even a minute after I blacked out for the third time in the last two days.

***

"She should wake soon." I heard a lady informing someone else. I could hear people talking but everything was still black.

"Hopefully soon." A male responded. I moaned as I shifted. My whole body felt numb all over again, except my chest was extruding with pain. I tried to speak but it was just gabble.

"She speaks." The Irish voice pretended to sound surprise. I wanted to smack him. I moved my right hand trying to lift it up but it was no use. Why do I even try. This was the moment where I felt like I should just give up.

I finally opened my eyes so I could see around me. No more bright lights shown like the other day or two. The room was more dim, more home like. I noticed where I was- my bedroom. I stretched my mouth open and around. I probably looked like I was a roaring lion that doesn't produce any sound.

"Ariel." A lady voice said, gently rubbing my arm. I stirred at the touch.

"Leave her alone." A man replied. He sounded irritated. I hear them, but I don't see them. I am assuming they are standing away from me.

I turn my head to see Niall standing there watching over me, his back against the closet door.

"Hi beautiful." He greeted me. I smiled, feeling my face heat up with a blush.

"Hi." I whispered. My voice wasn't fully recovered.

"How are you feeling?"

"I don't know." I whispered. I tried to sit up, but my own strength outdone me and I fell on my back.

"Rest." Niall ordered me.

"Yeah yeah, you need some rest." The woman agreed. I looked to my left to see a nurse standing there nodding her head like an idiot. She's the nurse, she should know. (She wasn't the same nurse I had at the hospital.)

"Niall." I called, well more like croaked.

"Yes, princess?" Niall came closer to me and stroked my side of my face with the back of his knuckles.

"What happened to dem?" I whispered, losing my voice at the second.

"You need to stop talking sweet heart." The nurse implied.

"Don't tell her what to do." Niall argued. He rolled his eyes before glaring at me.

"You don't need to talk so much babe." Niall informed me... Not like the nurse already said so.

"I will keep talking until you tell me about Demi." I declared, crossing my arms. My throat is beginning to hurt and starting to feel sore due to my talking.

"We have her under control." Niall stated. That was all he was going to tell me. What the fuck? No jail time, no beat her ass up, no nothing? I growled at Niall. He chuckled lightly and rubbed my thigh.

"Just forget about her." Niall ordered me. Niall was starting to walk out of the room.

"Asshole." I named him. He stopped in his tracks.

"Nurse Belinda, you are dismissed."

She left, and he locked the door behind her. Niall's light blue eyes changed to a darker shade, his face serious as he strolls toward me. Niall licked his lips before letting out a sigh.

"We will see who's the asshole."