Love is Blind

Chapter 3

Hey Guys, so sorry the last chapter was really short. I hope this one makes up for it. Happy Reading! :-D I know I haven't posted in ages, okay BIG understatement, I haven't posted in like a year so sorry, got caught up in the awesomeness of being a year 9:/, jokes:D anyway's i'd like to say happy birthday to my lovely grandma 'cos she's 70 today, woooooo:D, love you Grandma xxx

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They wouldn't make me, they couldn't. I wouldn't get out of the bed. I would stay in here until I died. I would not eat or drink. They could not make me.

I heard a shuffle; it must be the nurse, she was standing in the corner nearby, I couldn't see her, but I knew she was there, she had not left the room since they found out I had woke up. 

My parents had gone a few minutes after I heard them talking. They had not even noticed the rise and fall of my chest as I started to breathe again. It wouldn't surprise me if they hadn't even looked my way before they left. 

"Hannah? Hannah? Can you answer me please?" It was the nurse; she'd been asking me to talk to her for the last half an hour. Her voice was bored and lazy, I knew she didn't care about me it was just her job.

I heard her sigh as yet again I failed to answer her. I wouldn't answer her, what was the point? She'd probably just interrogate me with hundreds of questions, and then she'd call other people, like the police - and then they'd ask me questions. Then they'd tell me about Alice, about how I'd killed her, how I was now a murderer. 

I didn't want to talk about Alice. I didn't want to think about Alice. I wanted to pretend she was still here; I wanted to pretend forever, until I didn't have to pretend anymore. I would not believe she was gone.

"Would you like a drink, or something to eat Hannah?" She feebly tried again to get a response out of me. She wouldn't win, even though my whole body protested against it. I was dying for a drink, my throat felt raw. But that was the point; I was dying for it.

I heard the nurse huff and storm out of the room, leaving me in the loud silence of my own thoughts. As far as I knew, I had been awake for the best part of the day and since then countless nurses had pestered me to eat or drink something. I wouldn't give in to them though; I didn't deserve to live. I killed my best friend, the only person in the entire world who actually cared about me and I drove her to her death.

Tears started sliding down my face but I remained silent, I didn't want the nurses to come back. I didn't want anyone to come back. I had to be alone; I deserved to be alone. Suddenly I heard a shuffle at the end of my bed and I stifled a gasp as I realized someone was there. Whoever it was came round the side of the bed and sat down on the visitor’s chair. I heard a gruff cough and realized the person was male. Then he started to talk;

“Hello Miss Cooper, my name is Dr. George Harding and I’d just like to ask you a few questions, is that alright?” His voice was smooth and unlike the other doctors and nurses he sounded like he might actually care about me. Because of this I gave a stiff nod. My neck clicked from the sudden movement.

“Great, well first off, I’d like to give you some information about your condition at the present moment. In terms of bones, your elbow has suffered a bad break, but the nurses have put a cast on and it should heal in the next two-three weeks. You have a bad gash on your shoulder which has been treated and bruising on your chest and stomach from the impact of the seatbelt against you”, he paused and I wondered how long he was going to wait until he told me about my sight. I heard Dr. Harding take in a breath before her carried on.

“As I’m sure you’ve noticed your sight has been damaged. Although the good news is that the other doctors and I are sure this injury is not permanent, however we cannot tell you how long your sight will remain like this,” he paused, “Do you have any questions you’d like to ask me?”

I thought about it and decided not to co-operate, my life was meaningless without Alice to pull me through, so what did I care about my injuries. A part of me was disappointed they weren’t life threatening, it would have been easier to die. As I thought about Alice I remembered her face in my head and I could start to feel the tears well up inside me again.

“Alice,” I whispered, my voice raw from the lack of use. Unfortunately Dr. Harding took this as a question.

“I’m sorry Hannah, your friend Alice was pronounced dead at the crash site. But I think you already knew that didn’t you. I’m sorry for your loss, I’m sure Alice was a lovely girl”. For some reason this angered me, who was he to tell me what kind of a person Alice was.

“You didn’t even know her,” I replied back harshly.

“Of course, I’m sorry Miss Cooper”.

I forgave him, after all, it wasn’t his fault; it was mine.

It was all my fault.

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