Torment (One Direction Fan Fiction)

"Crack-Ass Git."

“He might be a bit stiff. We need you to be careful about what you say, and what you do. It’s also important that you don’t give him any…shocks. Any bad news? Save it for later.” Joey nodded at Dr Lewis’ commands, furrowing her brow.

“Okay, I guess you can go in then.” When Joey moved, Zayn followed. Dr Lewis’s heavy hand fell onto his shoulder.

“Sorry son, you can’t join Joey. I figured out a while ago you aren’t her brother.” He smiled at Zayn who flushed a little, pulling himself back and away from Joey who gave him an apologetic look, before pushing the doors open. His eyes flickered and she smiled softly before letting the door close.

She breathed in deeply and turned around. Rey was asleep. Not coma asleep, asleep in a way that would put his coma to shame. How hadn’t she heard his snoring from outside? It was thundering, shaking his frame with every inhale and exhale. In the small hospital bed, his body had found itself throwing his limbs over the edge like a warship throwing cargo into the ocean. She walked to him slowly and stared at his face. People always said when others slept that they looked ‘younger’ and ‘peaceful’. Well, I call bullshit.

Rey looked like an old man, the pillow pressing a pattern into his cheek and his lips glossed over with saliva that had dried them together. He grunted in his sleep, furrowing his brow.

Suddenly, his eyes were open. When he saw Joey, he let out a gruff bark and smacked his hand like a drugged bear into her cheek, sending her careening into his bed. “Ophf!” She mumbled into the moth ball flavoured hospital blanket.

“Joey?”

She pushed herself upright, rubbing her jaw. “Always nice to receive some good ole brotherly love.” She sighed, working her jaw carefully.

He grabbed her roughly, pulling her into a hug before pushing her away and inspecting her jaw carefully. “It’ll be fine. Just red for now.” He murmured carefully, running his fingers over it.

Joey sighed, pulling back. “How are you feeling Rey?” She sat down on the edge of his bed.

“I was in a coma for a month.”

“Month and a half.”

“How do you think I’m feeling?”

“Confused? Angry? Sad? Lonely?”

Rey ran his hand down his face, laughing dryly. “Tired actually.”

Joey chuckled as well. “Such a boy.” She mumbled, shaking her head.

“Hey. Don’t get all assuming over here. You know just as well as I do that you sleep like Baxter after New Year’s Eve.”

Joey laughed before cutting herself off. Baxter was their next door neighbour that made little noise and did nothing up until the end of the year. In two days it would be New Year’s Eve. Joey wouldn’t be having a party with Baxter this time round. No taking shots until the wee hours of the morning, and waking up at three to have sushi and some Red Bull. This year she was probably spending New Year’s with…One Direction. Or alone.

Rey raised an eyebrow, wondering why his sister had sobered so fast. “What’s wrong?” he asked after a pause.

Joey shook her head, blinking and meeting his gaze.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Yeah, nothing’s wrong.”

“Rubbish.”

“No.”

“Yes, now talk.”