Schemer

chapter 16

The next morning, I woke up and literally rolled off the couch and hit the floor with a thud, sending a drowsy Louis into the living room, scratching his head.

"Are you ok?" He asked, his deep, husky English accent filling the room.

"Oh yeah, just a few cracks!" I said sarcastically, cracking my back as I attempted to stand.

"Okay, whatever." He said. It was awkward, considering what happened last night. I couldn't tell if he was mad or anything. He masks his emotions very well.

I folded the blanket and placed it back in the basket and neatly put the pillows back where they were as Louis poured himself a brown of Cheerios with milk. I hate milk in my cereal.

He sat down at the table in the small dining room for four behind the kitchen. It was a very secluded room, no windows, but a lamp hanging over it with a TV mounted on the walls. I guess he watches television in here when he is the only one. I don't know how often he is the only one, but I get a strong feeling that many times, he is. When we have talked about life in the past, he said his father, Keith (not his real name, just for the story ik), left when Louis was only seven years of age. It really is sad to know someone that has struggled a lot through their life, but I am one of them. My dad died, as well as my brother. It is now only my mom, my brother and me.

I've never had the sister impact except for Kat. That's the closest thing I have, but I'll take it.

I walked in and slowly dragged out the seat across from him, having it make the noise of scratching nails on a chalkboard against the hardwood flooring.

"Do you have to do that?" Louis snapped at me as I sat down quietly.

"I just wondered if you wanted company.." I trailed off, disappointment in my voice. I wanted to make up, but I guess that isn't going to happen soon. I don't like fighting with Louis because then anything can be a touchy subject and when anything is a touchy subject, points go down in the love of a relationship. I don't exactly love Louis for sure yet, because I guess I don't know what it feels like. I have asked my mom before, maybe when I was ten, but she said "You'll know when it truly happens."

"Well I don't." He said, 'magnetting' me back in to reality. He got up and slammed his chair under the table and walked to put his bowl in the dishwasher. Unfortunately, when he slammed the chair in, it landed on my right knee. I winced in pain and yelled out a loud scream before almost banging my head on the table going to cover my knee with my hands.

Louis turned around immediately with wide eyes and rushed towards me.

There was a rushing, throbbing pain underneath my suddenly wide bloody surface of my knee, bigger than I though it'd be. It makes sense for it to hurt bad, because the chairs have very sharp, thin edges that can easily cut skin. My knee had multiple cuts and bruises and blood covering the whole entire knee.

"Crystal!" He yelled, picking me up and carrying me to the couch to lay me down.

I was crying and holding my knee before he removed both my hands and wiped them off with a towel since blood was staining them so badly. He looked at it and turned away before turning back again.

"Sorry... I hate this stuff.." He stuttered, still thinking of what to do.

Tears were flooding down my face and I had to shut my eyes and pray the pain would reside.

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LOUIS'S POV

I couldn't stand seeing her like this. And to think I did it? The worst feeling in the world. Ever. How would you feel if you hurt your girlfriend? All the thoughts and anger from last night and this morning disappeared as I saw her shaking, limp body on my couch.

I don't know what to do in this situation.. I haven't been in it before. I KNOW. I will call 911 and see if they could help.

Phone conversation: (capital starting sentences- Louis lower case starting sentences- 911)

Hi, my name is Louis Tomlinson, um, 173 Maplewood drive (can't remember his street name), 28474, um, my friend is laying here, I think she got a chair slammed on her knee, hitting her funny bone (in the knee) very very hard.. I was wondering what I should do? She's dropping cups of blood by the moment.

well, we know your address, we can track the call. stay calm, we are on our way to pick her up. we'll take her to the hospital to see what is happening.

Thank you, bye..

END. (of phone call)

I rushed back over her to assure that an ambulance would be here in a moment as she swallowed and nodded.

I was nervous for her. I guess I care for her enough because pain hasn't been the top worry of mine when it comes to watching others be hurt. I've always been the one to hurt them, I suppose.

The ambulance's noises and lights were noticeable from the end of the road and I rushed out and signaled to them the house it was.

They stopped and three of the men jumped out of the back of the truck wearing white shirts and black pants. They pulled a gurney out of the back and set it outside of the truck before running in and picking up Crystal's weak body. They ran her out and they accepted my request to ride with them.

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CRYSTALS POV

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Before I could really realize what was going on, I somewhat saw three figures picking me up and carrying me somewhere with flashing red and white lights. All I remember was Louis saying something about an ambulance coming to get me. Who knew someone who got a chair slammed on their leg- a hard, metal, sharp, thin one- could be this bad?

Once Louis told me that, I blanked out. I guess it was the total loss of blood from the multiple scrapes in my knee.

The next thing I woke up to was the smell of disinfectant, the sound of a beeping monitor, and the sight of basically everything white in the room. The IV stuck into my elbow made me gag and I had to look away. I looked around the room and found Louis in a chair beside my bed, holding my hand, and what I think are tears coming out of his eyes, saying he was 'so sorry' and 'everything was his fault' which it really was, but I know it was an accident. He was looking at the floor until I rubbed my thumb across his hand and he looked up at me, face red and blue eyes shining brighter than ever.

"Hey, what happened?" I asked him.

He chuckled. "Well, you got a nasty scrape and-" He was cut off by the incoming, what looked like the doctor.

"Good afternoon, Crystal! Glad to see you're awake! I'm going to just go over what we think happened and give you an overall thought. We've seen this before, ironically, so weird what we see in here. You got a chair scrape, and your knee cut open at the funny bone, making a move on the whole nerve system in your body. It hit the main nerve, which can go from mild pain to excessive pain after treatment. Yes, you will have to go through treatment, because if you try to walk, your nerve system will act up every time you take a step on that leg, giving you the same response as what happened earlier. Are you wanting to go through treatment? If not, you would have to use a wheelchair, unless you want to come back here a lot more often." The doctor explained.

My eyes watered. Treatment? Wheelchair? What's happening to me?

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cliffhanger sorry just wanted to update. I love you hugs so much I really do thanks for all the reads!

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