Chapter 8
~*Louis's POV*~
I wasn't sure where exactly I was at this point. My feet just weren't allowing themselves to stop. Each step soon brought me farther and farther away from the huge mess that I'd caused.
Of course it was all my fault. Liam didn't do anything; he was just trying to help after all just as Harry had explained.
Why was I blaming this all on Liam? I mean, why couldn't I just blame it on that bastard that had ruined her life and turned it to hell?
"Because he's dead." A small voice in my head told me. Those three words explaining to me fully why it wouldn't be helpful to blame this all on a dead guy... even if he was the one to blame.
The police came to the hospital to spill the news the day after Jan was admitted to the hospital. Apparently right after Liam shot Janvi on accident, her father dropped her thinking it was all over and ran right into Liam making him pull the trigger into his stomach, the shot sinking deep into his lung.
He died instantly.
For some reason though, I actually wish that he was still alive. Still alive to know that his daughter had made it. Still alive to be showed what cruel people get when they do cruel things. And still alive to see that just because he terrorized Janvi for all of her life, she's now just all the stronger.
The sun had set fully almost three hours ago. The dark sky replacing the beautiful pinks and oranges that floated in the clouds earlier.
I knew I should be heading back towards the hospital, but I just kept walking. My feet padding along the dirty sidewalk at the same pace that my arms swung.
To the occasional person that walked by me, you may think I'd just finished a date with the girl I loved. When really I was once again masking my problems and running away as usual.
How could I love Jan when every time I'm hurt, I run.
I need to fight for the girl I love.
I know Liam and Harry are definitely still in love with her, maybe even Niall or Zayn. But that just means there is more competition.
Turning around suddenly, I started to jog back the way I had come.
Yeah, I was going to fight. For her and for heart.
~*Janvi's POV*~
Just then a quick and firm knock came on the door. My thoughts breaking instantly as a kind face appeared in the doorway.
"Hello, Janvi." A short woman stepped into the room. Her tall black heels clicking on the white tile as she crossed the room over towards my bed. "I'm Dr. Staan." She held out her freckled arm to me in a handshake as a small smile formed on her thin lips.
She couldn't have been more than forty, if that, yet she already had pretty silver hair and deep laugh lines.
After shaking her hand, I dropped mine into my lap, they now shook nervously.
"I'm really excited to have met you." She grinned as she turned towards the small sink that stood on the farthest wall. "By the looks of it, it's a miracle that your alive."
"Thanks Doctor, that really means a lot" I thought as I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at her.
"It seems as though both of your ribs have healed nicely while you were out, as well as your neck." She spoke as though she thought I already knew.
I turned slowly to Niall with a confused look spread across my face.
What the hell did she mean? Ribs? Neck? While I was out?
Niall caught my eye and sent me a tired sympathetic glance, before turning to the doctor that had just finished washing her small hands.
"Er... Dr. Staan? She doesn't know yet?" Niall said quietly more as a question than as a statement.
I don't know what yet?
My eyes narrowed as the doctor's widened in surprise.
"Oh I thought that Shelby told you." Her voice went cold yet stayed gentle. "Hun, I'm sorry." She turned to me and shook her head. "I'm glad that your alive. You were involved in a horrible accident in which you were shot through the side, causing much scarring and two broken ribs, as well as a small fracture to your neck. Because of these injuries you have been in a coma for a little over four months." She spoke.
Four months?
For some reason this number seemed a lot smaller than I thought it would be. I knew that I had been asleep for a while, but four months didn't seem to be near long enough.
Turning just slightly, I found an opened notebook and pen just next to me. Zayn had placed it there just minutes before the doctor walked in just in case I had questions for her.
Ignoring the small shock of pain that ran through me, I picked up the pen and tried my best to make the words somewhat readable. Being out for four months can definitely cause someone trouble in their writing.
At my movements, everyone had stood and crowded around me silently as they all watched the short question form onto the paper.
Who did this to me?
(A/N)
Not the best of my works, but just a quick update :) Yes, it has been FOREVER since my last one! Almost what... two, three months??? Yep! I feel horrible x_x
I actually had this chapter saved and ready to publish a month ago, but my cousin (Whom I hate very much) hacked my account and deleted it....! Yeah... his mom wasn't too happy with him... ;) :P So that's why it was so late to be put up -.-
I hope you all had an amazing Thanksgiving!!
Love you all very much
~Chloe Sophia ♥♥♥
