His Rose (1D Fanfic)

Chapter 3:

Chapter 3:

Rosie's P.O.V:

What's happening? Why is it so hard to open my eyes? Am I dead? I feel so stiff, like I haven't moved in days. I open my heavy eyes, and look around. Why am I in a hospital?

Soon, all of the memories from the car crash start to flood back to me. My heads pounding like crazy. I sit up in my bed and see an IV connected to a huge machine on one arm and a red cast on the other. My throat is so dry and I'm so hungry. I reach for the bottle of water on the stand by the bed and try to open it with my one hand and a couple of fingers.

After I get it open and drink the whole thing, I try to stand up even though my legs feel extremely weak. I take the machine that's connected to my IV and wheel it over to the huge full length mirror on the wall. I look at my reflection; I'm wearing a green gown that goes down to my knees. My wavy brown ombred hair reaches down to my elbow, my deep brown eyes look straight back at me and a Band-Aid next to my left eye. I reach up to slowly peel off the band aid when I see what looks like a cut that had stiches in it. I put the Band-Aid back on and walked over to a dry erase board with information on it.

Rosanne Wilson

Emitted: June 9th 2013

Days in Coma: Nine

Nurse: Riley Smitt

I was in a coma for nine days. I wasted nine days of my life, laying in bed just in a coma.

"Rosanne, you're awake!" I heard a woman say, who must be the nurse Riley.

"Y-Yeah,"

I hate when people called me Rosanne.

"Sit down hunny," she said patting the bed and I followed her instructions, "how are you feeling?"

"My head hurts."

"Okay, I'll go get some medicine, sit tight in your bed."

I sat in my bed and looked around the room, so many things going through my mind. What if they called my parents? I don't think th-

I was interrupted mid-thought when a man walked into my room. He had light brown hair and was pretty cute, but maybe I was just imaging things since I was in a coma for nine days.

"You're alive!" He said with a thick british accent. He pulled a dozen roses out from behind his back and handed them to me.

"I'm sorry, I may have lost my memory but, do I know you?" I said, smelling the roses.

"Oh no, you didn't lose your memory. I'm... I'm the one who crashed into you, I'm Louis." He said but I knew he was going to continue, "Listen Rosanne, I'm so sorry for all of the pain and damage I've caused."

"I'm not going sue you if that's why you're here."

"No, Rosanne-" He started but I cut him off.

"It's Rosie, not Rosanne."

"Okay... Rosie, I'm not here because I don't want you to sue me."

"Then why are you here?" I said in the nicest way possible.

"Alright, here's some water Rosanne and here's the pills." Riley said interrupting our conversation like it was no big deal. I took the pills and Riley walked out of the room, telling me she would check on me in a little. I felt like I was in a day care for children, having people bring we things and check on me every so often. I hated it.

"I don't know, I just... I don't know." He muttered as he took a seat on the chair by the bed.

"You're off the hook Louis, I'm not suing you and I'm not dead so you don't have to go to jail. Nice meeting you and thanks for the flowers."

 "You can't just push me away Rosie, I may not know you but I'm the only one here for you." He said throwing his hands up. That hurt, I knew it was true but it was like an arrow of reality went right through my heart.

"Thanks." I muttered putting the roses on the  counter next to the bed and crawled under the covers.

"I didn't mean it like that," It got silent for a couple of minutes before he continued, "where are your parents."

"I'm nineteen, parents aren't needed."

"Well they could show up just to see if you're okay."

"Well, they're not really in the picture." Damn, he was nosy.

"What do you mean they aren't in the picture?" He said and I turned to him and gave him a glare, "Sorry, too far." He said and it got silent again.

"So, I'm guessing you're not going to leave now?"

"Pretty much."

We found a movie on t.v and after that was over, we talked for a couple hours. I found out he was in a band and about his family. I still never opened up about my family. If he was just going to leave when I got out of the hospital then why should I waste my breath on a sad story?  

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