Treacherous

Chapter Nine

SURPRISE EARLY UPDATE!

I  didn't want to wait until next Thursday to update so I went ahead and posted this one :) This chapter has actually been written for a few days, because I was waiting to update at my normal time... but I didn't feel like it. So here you go! Hope you like it!

*~*~* Amie's POV *~*~*

Sarah unlatches the locks on the wheels of my bed with a 'click' and a 'clack' and pushes it away from the wall, causing me to freak out a bit and frantically grab at the rails.

Niall laughs at me from across the room and I stick my tongue out in his direction, "I got scared."

"I'm right here, babe. You have no reason to be scared." Then he sucks in a breath as he thinks about it and says, "Forget I said that."

"No. Don't do that," I scold him.

"Don't do what?" he asks, acting ignorant.

"Blame yourself."

He stays silent, choosing not to fight with me right now. I huff before crossing my arms over my chest and leaning back as Sarah unhooks me from the many machines I'm attached to. I told her I can walk to where I'm supposed to get this CAT scan done if someone holds onto my arm, but she wouldn't have it. She said I could fall and get hurt. My argument was that if she never lets me walk I'll never be able to get out of here. I'm sick of smelling that hospital scent and being treated like a cripple. I've been fine these past few days- no memory issues, no severe pain anywhere, and I'm getting used to being blind.

She only said, "Too bad."

A man who introduces himself as Hank wheels me out of the room after I say goodbye to Niall while Sarah trails behind the bed holding my I.V. bag. Whenever she lags behind, I know, because the needle in my arm tugs backwards towards her. It scares me. I don't like the idea of having a needle ripped out of my arm because she didn't walk fast enough.

"Keep up Sarah!" I scream when it feels like it pulls out a good amount. My hand flies to my wrist to keep it in place.

"Jesus, Amie. Calm down." I hear her feet speed up and soon her voice is right next to me, "Are you sure you can't see? How the heck did you know I was back there?"

My hand lifts off the bed, "This was pulling out."

"Oh my God!" she screams.

"What?" I ask, silently freaking out at the tone of her voice.

"You're bleeding everywhere!"

"Really?" As soon as I say that, though, I feel the little pinch in my wrist, "Oh."

The bed stops as she pulls the needle out and places a piece of gauze over it. We sit here, I'm not sure where here is, but we sit here for a few minutes until the bleeding stops and she inserts the needle back in without warning.

"Ow!"

"Sorry," she whispers as she puts tape over it again, "I'll keep up this time."

"You better," I threaten, but then laugh.

She chuckles before the bed starts moving again.

*~*~*

The bed stops in a particularly quiet part of the hospital but there is a still a light buzzing noise coming from everywhere. Someone, Sarah by the familiar feel of her hands, helps me stand. Since this is the first time I've stood up in weeks my knees threaten to give out, but thankfully hold up. Slowly but surely we make our way into a room.