Treacherous

Chapter Twenty-Four

*~*~* Amie's POV *~*~*

I end up riding to the hospital in the ambulance. The paramedics just wanted to check everything out with better technology. Honestly I'm surprised I'm not in another coma. I mean, most people who crash through a windshield in the movies end up in one and then they forget their memory. I guess my life is just a, twisted, messed up movie.

Niall always stayed only a few feet away from me. From across the room I can tell that he's having some sort of mental war with himself.

"Niall," I call out in a whiny voice. "Come here."

He says, "No," and just walks out of the room, leaving me alone as I wait for the doctor to come back with test results. My feet dangle and swing off the end of the bed as I sigh. Looks like I'm on my own for now.

It'll definitely take a long time for Niall to warm up to me again. He's never going to stop holding himself responsible for what happens to me. I just need to find a way to stop getting hurt. Niall just chooses to think that the way to did it is him leaving me.

The doctor walks in, her heels clicking against the tile floors. She begins talking, her voice sweet and warm. I don't really pay attention to anything she tells me, though. I only catch bits and pieces of what she says. Only a third of the words a doctor says are usually useful anyways.

They always use big words that no one cares about and it just prolongs the time us patients have to wait to hear the information we actually care about.

The only parts I get are 'slight concussion', 'sprained wrist', and 'various cuts'. That's all I really needed out of the 5 minutes she spent talking. There's already a small, black cast on my wrist, so I take the painkillers she prescribed and head out of the room. With her help, of course.

She walks me over to Niall and they transition so I'm with Niall instead. I thank her for her help and she lightly says, "You're welcome."

With that, we head out of the hospital. Niall chooses to only hold my hand to help me down to the car. He got a taxi to come and pick us up since his car is trashed. But I don't think he'll be getting behind the wheel himself anytime soon.

Niall pushes my head down when I climb into the car, ensuring that I don't hit my head on the top of the car. He gets in after me and closes the door. The driver begins to head off, but Niall stops him.

"Amie, get your seatbelt on." Of course. That'll be something he checks for now whenever we enter a car.

I don't say anything, just find the metal piece and click it into place by my thigh. He tells the driver to go ahead after he buckles himself in and we head back home.

My head is still pounding like mad. The medication only helped a little. I'm hoping that the rest of it will kick in sooner rather than later.

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By the time we get to the house I can barely keep my eyes open. Getting in a wreck sure takes a lot out of you. But I'm pretty sure the painkillers had a lot to do with my sudden drain of energy.

I lean onto Niall, but he tenses and pushes me off, forcing me to sit up on my own. I huff and cross my arms over my chest, my casted arm making the action feel strange. Niall only sighs.

With my feelings hurt, I turn towards the window, desperately wishing I could actually see the objects on the street whizzing by. It'd be a great distraction from the sting of rejection. I use up all of my thoughts to create a picture in my mind.

The green blur of trees as we move past them easily. The wide assortment of houses that line the streets. The few people that choose to walk along the sidelines rather than drive. The worn pavement that has been run over who knows how many times.