The Wrong Direction

Chapter Forty-One

Sienna

Chapter Forty-One

A steady beeping noise drifted around me.  At first I barely noticed the sound, but as time wore on I couldn’t ignore it any longer.  My eyes opened and I looked around me.  An anxious feeling started to form in the pit of my stomach when I saw an IV in my wrist and a heart monitor beeping behind me.

"Where am I?" I mumbled.  My mouth felt dry and I looked around for a glass of water.

"You're at the hospital, dear."  I looked up at the lady standing by my bed.  She wore blue scrubs and her light brown hair was gathered up into a neat ponytail.  She looked to be in her late thirties.  "Do you need anything?"

"Water," I rasped.

She nodded and said, "I'll be right back."  I watched her spin around on her white tennis shoes and stroll out of the small space I was confined to.  Blue curtains surrounded me.  I felt like the cloth was going to suffocate me.

I closed my eyes and breathed at a calm pace.  I tried to recount what had happened.  I couldn’t remember anything at all, until suddenly it all came back to me in a rush.

The helicopter ride had been silent, besides the loud humming of the aircraft's propeller.  It was really crowded.  Zayn ended up sitting on Liam’s lap to give us more space to sit.  Of course, that only made Ben extremely jealous because he wanted to sit on Liam, but we all told him we’d push him out of the helicopter if he didn’t shut up.  At one point I had glanced at Adriana.  She flinched in pain whenever she moved.  Her arm didn't look good.  It was disgusting to look at.  I had to force my eyes to stare in the other direction.

I had been sandwiched between Harry and Niall.  We all had absolutely no space.  None of us complained, though.  We were beyond relieved to be rescued.  The helicopter had flown over so much wilderness that at one point I wondered if there was even one town in all of Switzerland.  But then, in the far off distance, I could see buildings and roads.  They had looked like miniature doll houses from up above, but that was far from the truth.

We flew over the city and landed on a building.  I realized it was a hospital as soon as the helicopter's doors opened.  Medics were rushing to get us onto stretchers.  Louis, being the closest to the exit, was helped off of the aircraft first.  Niall and Adriana came next.  Niall had his arms wrapped around Adriana, helping her so she wouldn't fall over.

We were all pushed on stretchers into the hospital.  The medical staff brought us into one big room with curtains to separate each of us.  Louis was on one side of me and Samacha was on the other.  I only saw them for a second, though, because the blue curtains were quickly pulled shut, isolating us.

At one point a doctor entered the small space I was confined to and began to shine a light in my eyes.  As he examined me, he asked if I was in any pain.  I shook my head, saying that I was only tired.  He nodded and said I should rest.  Just like that, he left my bedside, leaving me alone.

I tried to listen to his advice and sleep, but even though I was beyond tired, I couldn't rest.  My mind was racing.  I didn't know how I could nap when my friends could be hurt.  I guess I had eventually dozed off, because the heart monitor had woke me up a minute or two ago.

"What do you think you're doing, woman?!” someone demanded, pulling me out of my dazed thoughts.  He sounded like he was right next to me, but I couldn't tell because of the curtains.  "You are not stabbing my body with that needle!"  He sounded very demanding and sassy.

Louis.

The nurse walked back into my make-shift room with a cup of water in her hand.  I sat up and accepted the cup from her.  I brought it up to my dry lips and swallowed the cold water in big gulps.  She watched me drink, her hands raised in mid-air as if she was waiting for me to need her help.  I didn't though, and I swiftly handed it back to her.  She smiled and placed the paper cup on the small stand next to my bed.