Broken || Niall Horan

Chapter 3

She turned her head toward me, she had a warm smile on her lips, "Honey, it's OK, I just want to make sure you're OK, then you can put your sweatshirt back on." I didn't want to fight her, she only wanted to help. I nodded and pulled the sweatshirt over my head.

I watched as her eyes, now full of concern, scan over my disheveled body, "OK, can you please lay down on the table so I can take a look." I was only wearing a black camie, and felt too exposed for comfort. I laid down on the table, the surface was cold on my skin. She picked up one of my arms and examined it.

"Did you cause these bruises too?" She had a worried expression as I nodded. She gently set my arm back down. She rolled my camie up over my chest, her eyes widened.

"When was the last time you ate?"

"yesterday at lunch," I whispered. The boy who was sitting in a nearby chair was now standing. I watched his eyes scan my bruised and bony body.

"Don't you have food at home?"

"Not really, I have a toaster pastry in my pocket, but that's it." There was a silence that seemed to last forever.

The nurse shook her head, "OK, your rib was bothering you right?" I nodded, and she looked down at my rib cage.

She pointed to one, "There is slight bruising, this one might be cracked, but there is nothing we can do to fix it, it will have to heal on its own."

There was more silence, then the door burst open, it was the green eyed curly haired boy, "Niall you coming-" he stopped speaking when he saw me. I felt my cheeks flush. His emerald orbs widened.

The blond, who I guess is, 'Niall' whispered something in his ear and they both quickly left the room.

The nurse looked down at me, and fixed my camie, "Do you want someone to take you home, or is there someone we could call to pick you up?" I thought of my Mother, she would kill me, literally, I can't go back to her, not now.

"No!" I said a bit louder then I meant to, "Please, don't send me back yet, I can't go back!"

She seemed to understand, "OK, come with me then," I pulled on my sweatshirt and followed her out of the room. We walked in silence down the dark hallway, she stopped at a door labeled 'One Direction'.

She opened the door, and gestured for me to go in, "Stay in here, and we will see what we can do with you when the concert is done." She smiled one last time and closed the door behind her. I turned around to examine my new surroundings.

There was a leather couch, and a T.V., and there was a table covered in an random assortment of food, and different brands of water. I grabbed a bottle of water and downed the whole thing. I pulled the pastry out of my pocket and started to nibble on it.

The door opened, it was the nurse, she handed me some pills, "These are pain killers, but they will make you drowsy, she handed me a small cup of water. She smiled as she closed the door behind her. I popped the pills into my mouth and finished the whole cup of water.

I sat down on the couch and continued to nibble on my pastry. The pain was slowly diminishing, and my eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. I stuffed the toaster pastry back in my pocket and stretched out on the couch. It was much softer and more inviting then my own bed, it wasn't long before I drifted off to sleep.