To Fix Yesterday | l.h.

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"How old is she?"

"Eighteen."

"Is she a student?"

"No, but she does have a job."

"She's going to have to take a break from it for a couple weeks."

"Alright."

"Does she live alone?"

"Yes."

"Someone's going to need to stay with her for the next couple weeks, make sure she's ok."

"I can do that."

I listened to the conversation two people were having just a couple feet away from me. One voice was seemingly familiar, but I was in no state to worry about who it was. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking rapidly in order to get used to the bright lights. I rolled over onto my side and hugged onto my pillow out of habit, a deep sigh coming from my mouth.

"Skyla?" the recognizable voice asked softly.

I opened my eyes again, squinting them, for I still wasn't used to the light. Almost everything in the room being white didn't help my situation, either. I saw a face I had known very well in front of me. The bright blue eyes, black lip ring, small nose, blonde hair. It was Luke. He looked worried.

I looked around, examining the room I was in. From the empty IV in the corner to the blue curtains, it was easy enough to figure out that I was in a hospital. I quickly sat up in panic which I soon regretted, for it only caused a painful ache in my head.

Luke, who was kneeling on the ground next to me, put a hand on my shoulder and gently tugged me down. I layed back down, looking at him with anxious eyes. He gave a small, reassuring smile. He leaned over me and fixed an ice pack I hadn't realized was there, putting it back on my head.

"Skyla, I'm glad you're awake," a tall, chubby man spoke up from the end of the bed. He was the one speaking to Luke earlier.

"Why am I here?" I asked, my voice quiet from nerves.

"You may not remember, but you had an accident. We've been told that you slipped and hit your head and nose on a bookshelf," he told me, no emotion in his voice. I nodded. "Do you remember? Is this what happened?"

I pictured Macy, remembering her fist coming towards my face. I remember it connecting with my nose, pushing my head backwards. I remember my head hitting the book shelf behind me. I remember collapsing, my eyesight weakening. I remember Luke picking me up, holding me close, smelling his scent before I blacked out.

"Um, yeah. That's what happened," I lied, looking down.

"You have a broken nose," he informed me. I lightly brushed my finger across my nose, realizing there was a bandage on it. "You also have a concussion. It's not extremely serious, but it's serious enough. You'll just have to stay at home for a little while. Luke's going to take care of you and stay with you, is that ok?"

Normally I would have objected, I would have said I could take care of myself. I would've scowled at Luke and rolled my eyes. Unfortunately for me, I was too dizzy and weak to argue, so I just nodded and sighed. This caused a large smile to spread across Luke's face.

"And, when's your birthday?" the man asked, looking down at his clipboard which I hadn't noticed before.

"Um, it's September fourth," I muttered.

"Your birthday was the day you moved in? Why didn't you tell me?" Luke asked loudly, causing the man to scold him and tell him to be quiet. Luke continued speaking, adjusting his voice to a whisper, "Sorry, but Skyla, you should've told me your birthday was two weeks ago. We have to do something!"