Tortured (complete)

Chapter 44

Chapter 44

Jaycie's pov:

I jolt awake.

My breathing is heavy. My body's cold and I have goosebumps. I'm sweating and my hands are shaking. I place my hand on my chest and use the other to wipe sweat off of my forehead.

Where am I?

I look around. I see white walls. White floors. White sheets. White chairs. White everything. What? I'm so confused.

The door opens and a young man wearing black framed glasses and white clothes. His hair is blonde and sticks up. His eyes are a beautiful shade of blue. He's stunning.

"Oh good," he says in an Irish accent,"you're up."

"W..where am I? Who are you? Where's Harry? Where are my parents? How's Kathryn?" I ramble.

"Calm down," he soothes and walks over to me. He pulls a chair next to my bed and sits down.

"My names Niall Horan," he smiles.

It feels like I can't breath in here. I offer him a tight nod and look away.

"Where are they?" I ask.

"I'm sorry?" He asks confused.

"My family, Kathryn," I take in a sharp breath and close my eyes before I speak again,"Harry."

"Oh," he says,"you're family and friend are all fine. They're recovering."

"And Harry?" I pressure.

"I'm sorry. I haven't heard of him."

I feel my throat start to close and I can't breath. I shut my eyes and try to stop the tears but they are practically inevitable. I break and bring my knees up to my chest. He's gone. I've lost him. This can't be happening.

Niall's arms wrap around my body and he rocks me back and forth.

"Don't worry," he whispers,"it's going to be okay."

"No," I cry,"no it's not! Harrys gone! I'm probably never going to see him again! He's in danger! Anything could happen to him! He could be...Oh god."

I cry even harder and bury my face into Niall's chest. He rubs my back and pats my hair.

"Calm down," he coos," do you want to talk about it?"

I shake my head no and I feel him nod. The room is silent besides my occasional sniffle from my crying. I pull away from his hold and wipe my tears.

"Thank you," I mumble.

"No problem," he smiles and places his hand on my knee.

"When can I see my family?" I ask.

"As soon as you recover well enough."

"What's wrong with me?" I question.

"Nothing really," he shrugs,"you just have a few minor injuries."

"Then why can't I go," I pressure getting angry.

His eyes soften.

"Don't worry. They just need to ask you some questions about your physical health. How you feel. And.." He pauses,"they want to see how you are.. Mentally."

"Mentally?" I repeat

"Yeah, when your parents got here they started babbling on about some things but we have no clue what they are talking about. So we have to make sure you are all well."

"It's nothing to worry about," he reassures after I stay silent,"I'm sure you're all fine."

I smile at him and lay back on the bed a little higher so I can still see his face.

"Are you ready to start?" He asks while sitting back down on the chair and pulling out a pen with his clipboard. He looks like he's actually concerned. He doesn't want to push me.

"Yeah," I sigh.

He gives me a weak smile and looks down at his clipboard.

"How are you feeling?" He asks,"does anything hurt?"

I think over his question. Is the hurt I feel in my heart something he can fix? Probably not.

Legs? Fine. Arms? Fine. Head? Headache. I look over my body. I can only see a few bruises but other than that I don't think anythings wrong with me.

"I just have a headache but I'm fine," I tell him.

He nods and jots something down.

"Are you feeling dizzy at all?" He asks.

"No," I reply. I really just want to get this over with. I don't want to sit here and answer these unimportant questions. This isn't going to help me find Harry.

"Do you feel in any way ill?"

"No."

"Okay well physically," he says,"you seem fine."

I nod my head and let him continue. He sighs and runs a hand through his blonde hair.

"Now the next questions might upset you," he says honestly. I tense and sit up straighter.

"Most people don't want to be asked about their mental health," he half laughs.

"It's okay," I say.

I would much rather not have to be asked anything. I'm not crazy.

He looks at me as if he is debating wether or not to ask.

"Okay," he sighs.

I lay back down and lightly knock my head against the wall. This should be interesting.

AUTHER:I COULDN'T HELP IT! I HAD TO ADD NIALL! LOL THANKS FOR READING MY STORY! SORRY IT'S KIND OF BORING! PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT! :) XX