Daisy a day || Miniminter FF

Converse and Sunday Pants

I woke up to the sounds of beeping. My eyes were gritty as I glanced around the room, met by the pristine white walls lined with flashing and humming machines. Ugh. Without having to properly look, I knew I was in the hospital. It smelled sick, the kind of illness that had been covered up with chemicals. The curtains had been opened, bright light filtering into the room. A small pot plant was sitting on the windowsill in a pastel blue container. My eyes struggled to take in what the plant was, but once I focused properly, I smiled. Someone had bought me a pot of my favourite flowers, daisies. And by the looks of it, someone had cared for them, a small yellow watering can sitting next to them. A kind gesture, but it couldn't take my mind of the fact that I was in a hospital. Judging of the amount of wires and tubes stuck into my arms and nose, I knew the bill was not going to be cheap. Thank god for travel insurance. I struggled to remember why I was in the hospital, a sense of fear rising inside me. What had happened? What hospital was I even in? My confused thoughts slowly led me to the events of the previous day.

Damn those boys. What were they thinking, kicking balls at each other around water? For one, I seemed to have ended up in this bloody bed because of it, but more importantly someone, one of their friends almost died. But he didn't. My heart suddenly soared. It had actually worked this time!! I had saved someone who was dead. The thought weighed me down, sending me into a trance like state. All that training had finally paid off. Shaking myself, I threw back the blankets, impeded by a large number of needles and drips connected to my arms. I had been injured, it was the last thing I remembered. That gut wrenching feeling of wrongness, of pain made my head faint. I needed to see my side. I gasped as I looked to my hip, where an ugly red scar ran, the wound completely healed. I needed answers. How long had I been in here? Where was I? I started pulling at the tubes frantically, panic seeping into my body. Unless there was some Tony Stark level medical equipment here, my injury could not have healed in such a short period of time.

" They're in for a reason." A tall guy with dirty blonde hair said, one massive hand covering mine, preventing me from pulling any more out. I jumped, pulling hand away from his touch. The groups of boys from the river were all cramped into the small hospital room. How had they got in without me noticing? I was clearly spacing out. What medications had they pumped me full of?

" How're you feeling, Lucy?" Another one of them asked. I snapped myself out of my reverie.

"Huh?" I said, blinking rapidly. I felt all woozy. Perhaps it was the drugs.

" I asked how're your feeling." Someone replied. I suddenly became hostile.

" How the fuck do you know my name?" I asked. I don't usually swear at people, but given my situation I felt I had every right to. A group of complete strangers were in my hospital room, and some how they had gained personal knowledge about me. More questions floated through my mind. Who were these boys? Why was I still in a hospital? I had obviously healed, so why was I still here? Had something else happened to me? All I could remember was saving Harry. Multiple eyes were watching me carefully. Wide eyed, I glanced over the arranged group. Jesus, why were there so many of them? 7 or so slightly familiar faces were watching me intently. I couldn't see the face of the guy I had saved. Had something happened to him?

"We'd like to thank you for saving Harry." The dark haired one said. Harry! The guy I gave CPR to!

" Is he okay?" I asked, shooting upwards. I instantly regretted it, my head splitting open with pain. I hissed, touching my forehead with shaking hands.

" You alright?" One of the guys with dark hair, kind eyes and soft brown skin asked.

I didn't reply, closing my eyes to keep the pain at bay. I slowly reopened them, and looked round the boys.