Her P.O.V.
I wake up to being blind. I start to panic as I hear a muffled beeping start. I hear quick footsteps so I quickly start to move, but it hurts so bad. I then hear myself yelp from the pain. I can't move one arm at all; it feels as heavy as lead. I try to move it and hear a crack. Major pain immediately erupts in my arm. I still keep moving. I can't rest; I need to get cleaning! I must get away from here. With my arm that I can move, I grab at the things covering my eyes. I rip them off and I can slightly see. I try to look around, but something is holding my neck. I feel a brace of some sort. I take it off slowly because my throat is collapsed and it's hard to breathe. My neck is also tender and weak. I look around and see that I'm in a hospital room. I'm also wearing a hospital gown that shows my back. Making sure no one was coming to check on me I unplug the beeping machine. And for a good measure all of the other contraptions in the room.
I then start to take all of the bandages and casts off. It takes me a half hour to get it all off. Luckily nobody came to check on me. I find a cane in the corner and I decide to take it with me just because the pain is almost too much to handle. I begin walking and I stumble upon a bathroom. Walking in I start to cry because the thing in the mirror isn't me. One of my eyes was swollen shut and the other wasn't even the same color. They had this red sheen that overlaid my whole eye. I think it will be stained for a while if not permanently. My jaw is broken as is my left arm and right leg. The bottom 4 of my ribs are broken and I'm wheezing while my breaths are intruding and escaping my mouth. Cuts, bruises and burns cover my face and neck and I assume the same pattern overlays the rest of my body. I finish washing the excess dry blood off my face as I hear someone call out. They must have noticed I've gone missing. I start to hobble out of the bathroom and I quickly turned my neck as far as it could go so I could watch behind me. Nobody is behind me so I start walking forward. As I'm turning my head around I run into something and I fall. Pain shoots through my body in my neck, leg and arm. I look with my somewhat good eye and it's a boy I've seen before. His dark redish brown hair and round brown eyes. He's gorgeous and I feel myself blush although I'm pretty sure he can't see it on my grotesque face. He tries to help me up but he put out his right hand. To get up I would have to give him my broken left hand. I try to say I can't but pain corrupts my jaw as I remember it's broken. I shake my head no painfully. Tears fill my eyes because of this constant ache.
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His P.O.V *** 10 minutes earlier
I walk into the hospital to visit the girl I brought here last night. I carry flowers with me. I walk into the room they told me to go to. It's empty and I set the flowers on the bed and go to look in a closet in the room they provided for her. I see nothing in here but as I turn to leave this room I catch a glint from behind a stack of clothes. It's a buckle of a neck brace. I pull it out and realize there are more braces than just the one for her neck. It looks like there's one for her left arm and right leg also. Bandages covered in blood are also in the tangle of braces. She's very smart for hiding them here. I almost didn't notice them. The bathroom looks untouched but, she'll probably want to wash the blood off but won't do it here because she's afraid the longer she stays she may be told to lay back down. I don't understand why she wants to work so bad. Walking quickly out of the hospital room it takes me about 3 minutes to look in 5 bathrooms. I'm almost at the 6th and final bathroom when I hear someone shout. They must have found her room empty. As I turn the corner the 6th bathroom is right in front of me. I see her walk out looking behind her. She holds a cane in her right hand and starts walking quickly towards me. I don't want to speak, but I'm too slow to move away. She runs into me and falls on the floor. She looks up at me with tears in her eyes and I understand falling on broken limbs must hurt a lot. She obviously looks nothing like herself anymore. That may have also made her cry. I feel an instant connection with her. I then put my right hand out. I see her jaw move slightly and she puts her head down to endure the pain, her jaw must be broken. I gesture with my hand again and she shakes her head no. I understand when I look at her arms. I put out my left hand but she looks scared of my outstretched palm. I can't understand why she won't take my hand. I finally realize that she's scared I'll take her back to her hospital room. There must be a punishment for not working because she's becoming frantic. Suddenly I hear a grumble from my throat. I clear it and then a voice suddenly talks scaring me. It's my voice, I haven't heard it in so long. It comes out cracked at first but then flows out nicely. "I'm not going to take you back to them..." In truth, I wasn't going to. I wasn't lying. " I'm the one who brought you here last night. I see that it was the wrong choice."
