Nobody Compares to You ( Harry Styles Fanfic )

Chapter 11

            My eyes flutter open. An unfamiliar room comes into focus; it’s white and full of monitors. My clothes have been replaced with a hospital gown. I take in a deep breath and turn my head to the side to find a mirror and a sink. My face is brutally pale and I hardly recognize the person staring back at me. A mask is covered over my mouth, it is connected to oxygen. I start to panic a little, I don’t know where I am and I don’t like it. I want to scream out but the oxygen prevents me. My eyes dart around the room scanning for a person or phone. I can feel my blood pressure rising. The feeling of insecurity ruins through my veins. An intense pain pumps through my head, it’s almost unbearably. I grip my forehead implying pressure to my forehead. I don’t understand what is going on. Then the brass door knob jiggles and fumbles around. As the door swings open I turn to the nurse in a white outfit. My eyes fill with pain trying to get her to release I need help. Right away she realizes the pain I’m in and she quickly checks my blood pressure. “This patient needs help!” she calls frantically into the hallway. My blood pressure raises more and my head screams at me. I start to cough uncontrollably and grip my chest. My breaths are harsh and quick. All of a sudden several doctors rush into the room. Grabbing and touching me feeling my pulse and head. My brows crease together as I try to figure out what is happening. My body starts to shake, every muscle tenses. One of the doctors is whispering in my ear telling me to calm down will the other is check monitors constantly. Then the other takes out a needle. At the moment it feels I cannot control my actions. My body freaks out kicking and swatting the air. The doctors tone harsh as they tell me to calm. They then grab my limbs holding my down. I slowly feel my eyes darken.

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            Slowly my eyes adjust. I feel around to find tough fabric and a wire. I look up around the room. It’s the same white room. The white sheets come to my waist. The room is smaller now. Plain white walls and wood paneling line it. A sink and mirror now sit on the opposite side. I look in the mirror, I have gotten worse. My eyes are dark and small. My hair is scruffy and tossed around. My skin is extremely pale and fragile. I take a deep breath lying down. My head throbs. The pain is dull and harsh. The nurse turns from her desk to see me awake. “Hi sweetie” she coos, scooting her roller chair over to my hospital bed. “How are you feeling?” To be honest I feel like hell, I wanted to say that but I didn’t I just shook my head and closed my eyes. “Well you’ve been through some pretty rough stuff” she said with sympathy. “I just…want to see my mom” I say slowly. She nods and quietly leaves the room. She comes back and opens the door, my mom sneaks in. But there is someone else trying to get in. The nurse is reluctant to let him in “Only family” she says closing the door. I let out another raspy breath. My mom comes rushing to my side and gripping me tightly. “I flew in as soon as I could!” her voice crakes. Her statement confuses me but I really don’t care what she is talking about. I’m just glad she is here. I smile weakly as she caresses the side of my face. A hot tear rolls down my cheek. A tear rolls down her face too but she smiles through it. “What happened?’ I ask weakly barely getting the words out. “You went through some pretty serious trauma Lyla. You almost drowned; when we got you here your body temperature was extremely low. There was lots of water in your lungs. We found that most of the trauma you experienced linked to bad memories from your boyfriend Ed” she said sternly and straight forward. Ed. A lump in my throat formed and hot tears poured out of my eyes. Even when he isn’t physically here he can still almost kill me. She waited in silence as my mom tried to calm me down. As I quieted down she began to speak again “After we put you to sleep, you were out for three days. We are going to have you spend another night before you go back home”. I nod and she quietly leaves my mom and me alone. I burst into sobs. My mom quietly whispers things in my ear trying to calm me down. I slowly my body compose. My body freezes and my thoughts go blank. I barely breathe as I try to remember what happened. Time ticks by as the room is silent. Flashes of Ed cross my mind; I breathe in harshly starling my mom. “I need water” I spat getting up. My mom tries to protest and tells me to sit back down but I don’t let her stop me I get up slowly and attentively, I make my way to the door. My head pounds but I don’t care. I swing the door open exposing penitents’ and doctors’ wandering around and talking. I don’t know where I’m going but I go left of me. I start walking down the long hallway. I get to a waiting room and a bunch of unfamiliar faces turn their bodies towards me. I freeze in place scanning the room. A tall boy gets up and comes quickly over to me. I slowly back up to the wall. He leans into me and looks into my eyes. His emerald eyes are big and glossy. His breaths are heavy and uneven. The emerald orbs dart from my eyes to my lips. His rough big hands grasp my hips pulling me close. I gasp loud, jumping back. His brows knit together as he looks confuse. I don’t say anything I just look at the stranger. His brown fluffy curls lay messy on his head. His shoulder frame drops low as his chest clasps. “Lyla…” he whispers with hurt in his voice. I don’t say anything I just stand there my mouth practically open. How does he know my name? I look away from his eyes. His tongue darts out of his heart shaped lips moistening them. He grabs my chin so I face him. I slowly raise my hand up pulling his arm from my face. His eyes look hurt. “Who are you?” I say breathlessly staring into his eyes.