Pain

Because i fucking care

I woke up cold, and light headed. I looked at my surroundings to see that I was obviously in a hospital. There was a needle in my arm the was connected to a tube that was pumping a clear liquid into my veins.

I looked in the corner of the room to see a chair with a black leather jacket and car keys on it. The keys didn't look like my aunts or anybody that I knew but the jacket did look like I've seen it somewhere before.

I tired to turn my body a little to get comfortable but I felt a sharp pain come from my ribs. I yelped in pain and clutched onto the side of my ribs. I pulled back the collar of the hospital gown and looked at my rib cage. They were badly bruised. I started to remember what happened, the football field, the beating. I guess Ashton kicked me pretty hard because I never got this bruised when Michael were to kick me.

The last thing I remember is seeing Michael looking at me with worry as he carried me off somewhere, then I think I passed out. 

There was a mirror next to me and I picked it up to look at my face to see the damage there.

As I was picking up the mirror I started to feel a throbbing pain in my jaw and cheekbones. I held the mirror to my face and gasped. 

My lower right jaw was all purple and red. And my left cheekbone was a little red but it was mainly my right side of my face that was all bruised up. My right cheek was a dark blue, purple and was a little swollen.

I never had this much damage happen. Especially to where I have to be laying in a hospital bed. I put he mirror back and rested my head on a pillow. Hot tears came out of my eyes and lightly stung my cheeks.

I slowly turned my body as I hissed at the pain caused by my ribs and faced the left side of the room. I heard somebody walk in the room and walk up to the side of the bed to where I couldn't see them.

Before they could speak I opened my mouth.

"Whoever it is you might wanna come to this side of the room so I can see you because I'm not turning my head or moving because everything hurts." I said.

I heard them shuffle around a bit then walk over to my side. Michael.

I sighed. "Are you here to finish me off, Here take the pillow I'm using to suffocate me." I said rolling my eyes.

"I'm not here to kill you Mia." He scuffed. "Why." I said confused.

"I don't wanna kill you, I actually never meant for you to get this hurt." He said. "Yeah we'll look again because I'm not doing so good right now." I said.

"Why are you even here!" I spat. "I'm the one who brought you here!" He said raising his voice a little bit. "Why didn't you just leave me in the middle of the football field, or drop me off behind a dumpster." I said.

"Because Mia, I'm not gonna do that to you!" He yelled but in a whisper tone so the doctors wouldn't hear. He got closer to me and stood in front of me so I was now looking up to him.

"Oh okay. But you will hit me, call me names, tell me I'm worthless and a whole bunch of other shit, but you won't leave me in a football field of behind a dumpster?" I questioned.

"No." He softly said.

"Whyyyyy." I said dragging out the y.

"Because I'm not gonna fucking do that now will you stop, please, before I get mad." He said.  "Oh, before you get mad." I laughed. "Go ahead get mad, hit me right now, right here, add more damage to what you've already done." I said.

I sat up and grinned my teeth together from the pain in my ribs. "That wasn't all me, that was mostly Calum okay. And plus when I hit you I don't even hit you hard on purpose, I just hit you hard enough to where it hurts, if I were to hit you with all my force you'd be dead! And no I'm not gonna hit you." He said grabbing my shoulders and pushing me back down onto the bed.