Simon's Secret (One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter 29

Alex's POV

  I woke in an unfamiliar bed with an unfamiliar scent to the sound of familiar voices yelling. I had a massive headache already, so the screaming made me groan. A gasp spread throughout the room as I pulled the pillow over my head.

  "Alex, honey, how are you feeling?" I heard my father's voice ask. Under the blackness of the pillow I could see nothing, but I heard footsteps rushing over to me. I peeked out from a corner of the pillow. Sure enough, several pairs of feet were standing before me. I noticed that one foot was missing it's partner.

  Well that was interesting. Not interesting enough to make me sit up, though. "Al," Niall's Irish voice chimed, "Al, are you okay? I'm so sorry about this. Is there anything I can do for you?"

  "Shoo, shoo! Get back to your own room! And you. No visitors right now, sir, you need to wait in the hall for now," a female voice commanded. The lonesome foot slowly hopped out of vision, followed by a pair of my dad's loafers. 

  I watched the feet hop through the door, then it was suddenly shut but someone wearing hospital scrubs. Hospital scrubs? Hold on a second, where was I anyways? As I mentioned earlier, it definitely didn't smell like home. It smelled clean - like a mixture of bleach and laundry detergent. In fact, maybe that awful scent had caused my headache.

  "Alexandra, I'm going to have ask you to remove that pillow from your face," the female voice from earlier said softly. I groaned, but followed her instructions. The blindingly-bright lights of the room forced me to squint my eyes until they adjusted.

  "There's that pretty face of yours," the woman said, smiling. I saw that she was, indeed, a nurse. Her clipboard and scrubs gave her away. I glanced around myself, very confused. Two things in this situation didn't make sense: one was the fact that I was actually in a hospital, the other was the fact that this nurse was being so nice to me.

  I mean nobody can really be that nice. Nobody could actually smile that brightly and deeply feel it. She had to have some sort of problem with her life, and such a smile could not possibly be genuine with that problem still lurking about her. Why would she even be happy at a time like this? Nothing fun or funny was happening.

  "You're smile is fake," I said blandly. "You have a problem and you're hiding it." The nurse's smile vanished for a moment, replaced with a look of shock. I blinked at her, a memory suddenly resurfacing. 

 Just a while ago she had wheeled me into this exact room on a gurney. I had been screaming and crying. She had been watching me, frowning deeply. She gave me medicine - two whole pills. Somebody yelled at her for giving me too much, but she just shrugged helplessly.

  That was when the medicine kicked in. The excruciating pain in my arm and leg began to disappear, and my mind began to fog. I couldn't think straight. Honestly, I wasn't really thinking straight now. If I had been, I probably wouldn't have commented on the nurse's smile. Or maybe I would have. Who knows?

  "Um, okay then," she said, clearing her throat. "Now can you explain to me how you feel, Alex? Are you nauseous, maybe have a migraine?"

  I nodded, saying nothing. She blinked at me curiously before turning to a cabinet nearby. As she was turned, I decided to give myself a run-down. Medical boot on my foot. Cast on my arm. Well, I guess that explained why the two of the had been hurting so much.

  The nurse, whose name tag read Jill, turned back to me with some papers. I stared at the papers as I asked, "What happened to me?"

  "Well, hun, you were in a car wreck-"