Everything Is Not What It Seems {On Hold}

Everything Is Not What It Seems Chapter 12

I'm sorry I uploaded late. But pleasedont hate. i got stuck. i kept writing then deleting then writing. but i stayed up just to fnish this. did i mention i was sorry??

hope this is okay :)

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Chapter 12

I woke up the next morning still in Paul’s arms. I didn’t want to move from this spot. But I had to, I was in pain, the medication had worn off and all the pain I wasn’t feeling last night came rushing back. I shifted and Paul woke up straight away. He jumped out of bed in less than a second to see what was wrong.

“Are you ok? Crap I knew I should have slept in the bed with you.”  He said in concern. I chuckled at him, but that only caused the pain to hurt more.

“Can... you... call... the... nurse.” I said in fits of pain. He ran straight out, and within seconds he was back. Wow the boy can move fast. He walked over to my side, and held my hand. I had my other hand over my ribs where it was hurting the most, they were cracked after all. My nose wasn’t hurting as much but it was still a little swollen. The bruising had gone down, but the nurses said it’ll take at least a week for the bruises to be fully gone.

The nurse gave me a once over, making sure everything was fine, before giving me a couple more painkillers. I took them quickly, swallowing them down with water. The taste was absolutely disgusting, it was like cardboard. The look on my face was the same as when you suck on a lemon, that sour look.

Paul took one look at my face and burst into laughter. I slapped him as hard as I could, but I was still in a little pain. The pain killers were working. Which was good, means they work fast, but they haven’t fully kicked in yet. A few more minutes and I should be fine.

I attempted to sit up, but I found myself a little light headed. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday.

“Hey Paul, I'm hungry.” I stated, batting my eyes and smiling like a goof.

“Ha-ha, yeah come to think of it, so am I. I’ll just go grab us something to eat. None of this hospital food, yuk.” He said the last part with an eye squinted and his tongue sticking out to the side, you know when kids do that ‘yuk’ face? That’s what Paul just did.

I was now laughing hysterically. I gave him a little bit of a shove and he almost fell over when he lost his balance. Now my laughing was out of control and I was welling up, from all the laughing.

Just then my dad walked in with a look on his face saying ‘what the?’ “I see you are doing better.” He stated. He had a smile on his face, but I was still laughing uncontrollably. What the hell did the nurse give me? Because whatever it was, it was making me laugh so much, but then again I felt numb, no pain, I felt like I was floating.

“Yeah... I... am...” I said between fits of laughter. This just caused my dad to laugh at me, or was it with me? Who cares he was laughing. Yesterday he was all down and depressed, so I was glad that he was laughing.

One thing I wasn’t happy about was the fact that I couldn’t stop laughing. Paul put his hand on my dad’s shoulder. “Sir, the nurse gave her morphine for the pain, she said a few things could happen, and laughing this much is one of them.” He said cheerfully looking at me.

Even with my teary eyes and non stop laughing, Paul still looked amazing, his hair was now a little messy, but he had brushed it down with his fingers. It's a good thing he has smooth hair, otherwise his hair would have been a disaster.

“Oh... my... god...” the laughter would not stop, and I was about to burst any second. “I need to pee!” I said in half a second still laughing. This was getting a little bit annoying. I got up from the bed and almost lost my balance when my leg caught in the blanket, but luckily I fell into Pauls’ arms. My laughter paused for a second, and when I looked up to meet Pauls gaze, it just came back.