Mr. Perfect

Chapter 26: Obsessed Girlfriends

Evan (P.O.V.):

*** Flashback ***

"Mr. Owens? Mr. Owens, can you hear me? Can you hear me?"

I can, but my body won't respond.

I opened my eyes slowly.

Everything is blurry.

"Blink your eyes if you can hear me?"

I slowly blinked my eyes.

"He's breathing for now, but we need to take him before his condition worsens."

"We can't until we hear from his father."

"He will die if we don't get him treated really soon."

"I know, but we can get into serious trouble for taking him until his father says so."

As these two people argued over me, my head spun again. It felt like I couldn't breathe, and all the air got sucked out of me. 

Suddenly, my eyelids started to drop. 

It was blocking my already blurred vision.

"Mr.Owens? Mr. Owens, please stay with me. We will get you some help now. Tom, what did his father say to do?"

"He is sending a private helicopter. It should be here anytime soon. He wants his son to be taken into that helicopter to their private hospital."

"He won't make it by then. He is critical. We need to help him now."

"Don't worry, Geneva. There is a doctor in the helicopter. Just get him ready."

"Okay. Mr. Owens, everything will be alright. Just stay with me. Stay with m-"

My eyes closed before the lady could finish the sentence.

~

Beep.Beep.Beep.Beep.Beep.

I woke up to the sound of machines. 

I wasn't in my bed, though. I tried to move, but my head felt heavy. 

The light was too bright, causing my head to hurt, and my vision was blurry. I slowly reached for my head, and that's when I felt the bandage around it.

"Aahh," I said as the pain became unbearable.

"Relax, Mr. Owens. Don't move. Relax and lie back."

I set my hand back down.

"W...What happened?" I said weakly.

"You got in an accident, but now you're at the hospital. How are you feeling?"

"L...Like shit.."

"Don't worry. You will get better very soon. I'm Liza, your nurse until you are here."

"How...How long have I been unconscious?"

Liza started to jot down some notes.

"Since last night," Liza said. "You have visitors. Do you want me to send them in?"

"Who are they?" I asked. 

"Your sister and your parents are here to see you. Do you want me to send them in?"

"No, tell them I'm asleep."

"Alright, but your sister would be distraught. She has been here the whole night."