The Broken Ones

Chapter 7

Chapter 7- Reagan's p.o.v.

After I unlocked and opened the door to Neveah's and my hotel room, I let Liam in. He was still carrying Neveah. He walked over to a bed, which happened to be hers, and sat her down.

I watched as Liam grabbed some pillows and put them behind her back. Then, after Zayn came in, I closed the door behind him.

"You can sit on the couch or whatever..." I told Zayn. He nodded and walked over to the couch and sat down, looking around at the room.

While he did that, I walked over to Liam and Neveah. He was looking over her scratches and cuts.

"Hey Liam, go into the bathroom, and get a wet cloth to clean the blood off the side of her face. So we can see how deep the cut is on her head," I told Liam.

He nodded and asked, "Anything else, like to clean her scratches?"

"Um... I think there is some peroxide in my bag..." I told him. I then turned to look at Zayn. "Hey Zayn? Could you get the peroxide for me? It's in the small blue suit case over there," I asked him, while pointing over to my suitcase that was behind the couch.

"Sure," he said, then got up and went over to my bag to get it.

I turned to Neveah. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine... Just a bit dizzy and sore," she told me softly.

"Ah, okay," I told her, slightly frowning. "Hey, can we talk-" I was about to ask but then I saw Liam walking over to us with a wet wash cloth in his hand. "Um, later." I told her. She nodded.

I let Liam take my place next to Neveah and he started to clean her cuts. I walked over to Zayn.

"Find it yet?" I asked him. He shook his head no. "Oh, I'll help." I said then sat down next to him and started digging through my bag to find my little emergency kit with all these things to help if someone gets hurt.

Even after the little moment I had with him, like realizing that I don't hate him and the others anymore, it was still slightly awkward. Especially when our hands touched while we were moving things around in my bag.

We shared a glance before I quickly moved my hand away and looked back down. "Sorry..." I mumbled.

He chuckled. "It's okay." I slightly smiled and went back to searching. Geeze, where did I put it?!? Ugh.

Neveah's p.o.v.

"I'm fine... Just a bit dizzy and sore," I told Reagan after she asked me how I was feeling. My head still throbbed, my throat felt dry, and I ached everywhere. I just wanted to sleep now.

"Ah, okay," she said with a slight frown. "Hey, can we talk-" she started, but stopped when she looked over and I followed her gaze. Liam was coming towards us with a wash cloth in his hands. "Um, later," she whispered to me. I nodded and then she went over to Zayn.

Liam came up to me. "Hey," he said softly.

"Hey," I said back. He smiled at me and then started to clean the cut that is on my head. After he finished wiping off the rest of the blood on my face he smiled slightly.

"Looks like all it needs is a couple butterfly stitches and it's all good." he said getting the little kit thing. Thank God Rea found it! As he started to put the butterfly stitches in I felt a huge amount of pain as the little thing brought my skin together.

"Ouch!" I yelled and instantly had tears at the rim of my eyes.

"I'm sorry Neveah." He said sincerely and rubbing his thumb over my stitches. For some reason that eased the pain. And he did the same thing after he put the last one on my head.