Some Secrets Hurt.

Chapter 6 :)

I woke up so the sounds of machines beeping and the strong smell of disinfectant, I hesitantly opened one eye to look around, the first thing-or person I saw was Emily asleep on the chair next to me, I was in a hospital bed...  I suddenly opened both my eyes in shock of what I realised.  Why was I in a hospital?

I shot up sending a searing pain shooting  through my stomach, I let out a yelp and immediately Em was by my side.

“Hey hey! Don’t move!” she said in a quiet and worried voice.

Sitting back down I realised my throat was parched and I desperately needed to empty my bladder.  

“Water,” was all I could get out, my voice raspy from not talking, just then it hit me, what day was it?

Emily passed me a glass of water that I took gratefully, gulping it down in seconds,

“How long was I unconscious?” I asked, feeling about 20% better,

“A day and a half, it’s Sunday two o’clock in the afternoon, what were you thinking attacking a mugger??! Her voice had slowly crept up a few octaves as she looked at like I was crazy,

I just shrugged slightly, I didn’t just attack him, I killed him and still feel no remorse. “I need the bathroom.”

“Oh, right, I don’t really blame you, I’ll go ask the nurse…” She answered wandering away towards the door.

As soon as she was gone I dropped my head back on to the pillow and stared up at the white ceiling thinking everything over, I shuddered as I remembered the guys face, cold blue eyes, longish oily brown hair.  I guess it was kind of naïve of me to walk out into a dark deserted street and not expect to be attacked, North Pine wasn’t really the safest place to be alone.

Emily came in with the nurse, she was friendly looking an probably only a couple years older than me, she had blonde hair much the same as Ems pulled into a ponytail, freckles covering her nose, even though she looked extremely tired she was still looked happy.  I could never look happy or feel happy working in a hospital watching people die every day, hell I hated hospitals all up.

The nurse came over to me, put an arm around my back and helped me out of the bed, it felt so nice to finally stand, nearly all my bones cracked when I got up, even though I’d been shot in the stomach I still felt refreshed.

“The bathroom’s just in that room there,” the nurse said pointing towards a door at the back of the room.

“Thanks.” I replied.

The bathroom was small, it with a toilet and a sink with a small mirror over it.

After I’d ‘emptied’ I walked over to wash my hands as i glanced I the mirror I saw my mascara was smudged down my face, my hair full of nots. I looked like shit.  To try and help my appearance I washed my face under the cold water, washing off all my make-up, the only time I didn’t wear at least foundation or mascara was when I’m riding, it felt strange.  As I stared into the mirror I examined the girl looking back at me, her skin was paler than usual and her eyes were wide. 

I walked out of the bathroom and to my surprise, Elliot was pacing back and forth looking as if he was deep in thought,

“Elliot?” I asked, my voice still quiet and scared.

He looked up startled, walking over to me he grabbed my shoulders and scanned over my body, stopping at the big white bandage wrapped around my torso, his brows drew together.  For a couple seconds we both just stood there, his arms on my shoulders frowning deep in thought at the sight of my wound and me just staring at his face, for the first time I noticed that he had flawless skin, I saw that his cheeks were slightly flushed, I was wondering why when I finally looked up to see he had been watching me examine him, wait ,wait, wait – I made Elliot Summers blush?

I smirked up at him,

“Your blushing.” Surprisingly I wasn’t embarrassed I’d been caught staring,

He quickly looked away,

“No I’m not.” He mumbled.

“Oh, I’m sure you are, that’s definitely blush.” I was full on grinning now.

“shuddup…” was all he said,

Looking up at him I felt my heart do a somersault,

“It’s cute.” I said as a matter of factly

He looked almost offended at me, “I am not cute.”

I giggled.

“You’re cute.” He said.

Now it was my turn to blush,

“Haha! Now who’s the one blushing,” He laughed triumphantly,” not that I was of course.” He added fake serious.

I crossed my arms and pouted, yes it was a bit childish but hey, I never really stopped being immature.

The next thing he did surprised me, he said quietly,

“Don’t pout, it’s not a good look for you, let me fix that.”

Then he kissed me, it was just the smallest peck but it still made my whole body go warm with his touch.

He pulled away looking deep into my eyes, clearly he was holding back, what I did then surprised even me.

I went up on my tip toes, grabbed the front of his shirt with one of my hands while my other hand grabbed his hair and pulled him forward for so his lips met mine, he was momentarily shocked but after a second he responded, pulling me closer by the hips so I was pressed against him, I could feel his heart beating against mine, both beating at the same time.  He moaned as my tongue played with his snakebite, I smiled knowing I was having the same effect on him as he was on me.  I never thought kissing him would be this amazing; his taste was driving me crazy with pleasure. I moved my hands so they both twisted around his neck, he moved his lips away from mine and planted little kisses along my jaw, i let out a breath i hadn't been aware of holding, he moved up and kissed the corner of my mouth before moving to my lips again.  In this moment i forgot everything, i didn't care if it was going to be awkward after this, i just thought about now, about Elliot and Me, me kissing Elliot Summer, Elliot Summers kissing me, i said it so many times in my head and smiled into the kiss.

Someone cleared their throat loudly behind us, groaning at the fact I had to pull away from him I turned around wincing slightly (kissing Elliot had pushed all pain out of me) to see Ryan standing there frowning.

I was suddenly aware that we were right in the middle of the room, in the hospital, I usually wasn’t a huge fan of PDA’s but then again I’ve rarely had a boyfriend, only one or two…in primary school. Shaking my head, I looked back at Ryan embarrassed,

“I just wanted to make sure you were feeling ok…obviously you’re fine.” He said nervously rubbing the back of his neck, he kept sending Elliot death glares but I mean, who can blame him, he just saw both of us making out!

“I’m- I have to um go…” Elliot trailed off walking out of the room.

Now Ryan and I just stood there facing each other,

“what was that?” he asked, a bit of anger in his voice.

“Uum…” I hesitated, “A ‘thank god you alive’…….hug?” I tried,

“Haha not a chance, that was so not a hug, that was, in my books one step away from getting into bed together. I don’t like him Izabell.” He replied.

I just shrugged and crawled very slowly back into bed, suddenly feeling empty and like I needed Elliot next to me. So much for- ‘not giving in to him.’

 Ryan muttered something about killing Elliot before he left the room, after that I drifted off to sleep