Three days you've been in the hospital. "Oh finally! Your up!" The nurse exclaimed. "Would you like to know what happened?" She's pretty... Maybe I should be a nurse.. I'll look like her..." Oh lord no." She didn't listen."Great! So, your er, 'scratches'," she said in a sarcastic voice, "We're quite severely deep. And, you don't have any food in your system. Looks like it's been at least 4 days since you've eaten. And that's the least of it. Dehydration as well. And a minor trace of bleach." Then she mumbled "....airhead must've thought it was soda..." Thanks.. nurse, your sassy, rude, disrespectful. All I need... "Oh. Forgot. You have a visitor, the EXTREMELY hot man who saved you, or as I like to say, my future husband." Then she shot you a dirty look and left. "Thanks...for nothing..." You said under your breath. Could this week get any worse? Wait that's not a question. Yes. Nash came in. "Hey, how you holding up?" You covered your face. Apparently when you fell, you fell on a rock, and I know this seems foolish, but it was there, like at the perfect time.. but I don't remember it being there before... TAYLOR... Oh lord. "You gonna answer me or not?" You wiped away the tears forming, looked at Nash, and he saw. His facial expression went from, nervous, to terrified. You started to cry. He came closer. You tried to scream. "Get away from me!" But it didn't work. Instead it came out as a low-toned moan, with the slightest hint of 'away' and 'me'. Then you went back to sleep. I guess I woke up one week later, because the nurse told me I slipped into a coma when I went to sleep. Apparently I hit my head on the railing of the bed, on a huge gash, the she said if I don't leave Nash alone, my next stop would be my deathbed. Dumb jealous bitch. Well not that I care... I guess. You sat up,after your nurse left. Then you got up, and made a run for it, and by run, I mean a slow, limping walk, and you were so close to making out of the hospital when Nash found you. "Get away. Now." This time, you didn't scream. "She'll kill me... Death..bed..." Nash panicked when you blacked out again. "Hailey? HAILEY? NURSE! NURSE SAMANTHA!" She walked over slowly. "Hmm? You wanna kiss me? Oh," she smirked. "Go for it." Nash became angry. "NO THIS GIRL... MY GIRLFRIEND IS ABOUT TO DIE!" Your eyes fluttered open for the slightest moment, but enough see the nurse roll her eyes and say something you couldn't understand." Who cares about her? If she dies no one will care. She's a suicidal bitch. She brought this on herself." Nash was done with her at this point. He ran into another empty rooms. He yelled at the doctor. "PLEASE HELP THIS POOR GIRL. SHES ABOUT TO DIE OF BLOOD LOSS, AND..." The doctor interrupted him. "Oh she's the poor girl nurse Samantha had right?" Oh please help me soon I'm about to... "YES JUST HELP HER!" Within moments you were plugged back into the machine. Blood circulating again, you could breathe again, and then you thought how terribly that escape went. Whatever.
