~*Marcel's POV*~
I hit her. I hit Isabella.
I manage to crack my eyes open, the hospital lights blinding me instantly.
I hit her.
"Isabella? Where's Isabella?" I finally find my voice.
"She's in the room down the hall, resting, just like you should." My mom replies.
"I'm fine! Let me see her! I have to see her!" I scramble in attempt to get up. The machines around my hospital bed react as frantic as I am.
"Sir, you should lie down. Later we'll take you to see her." A nurse walks over to the machines.
"No! No! I want to see her NOW!" I scream.
"Alright but she hasn't woken up yet. After you see her you'll need to come back and lie down." She starts unhooking tubes from my body. My mom helps me up and walks down the hall with me. When we approach her door I feel my chest tightening. She's in here because of me.
I wrap my fingers around the cold metal door knob and slowly begin to twist. The door creaks open and my right foot takes the first step forward, my left following after. The closer I get the more it looks awful. And it's all my fault. A lump rises in my throat and I reach my fingers out, the tips just brushing her bruised arms. She lies so perfectly still, damaged and broken but still peaceful looking. Even throught my blurry eye sight due from the lacking of my glasses, I can see every bruise, every scratch.
"Mr. Styles?" The doctor pops through the door. I slowly nod, numb from what I've done. The doctor walks over to me and rests his hand on my shoulder.
"I- I- I didn't see her. I- I- I didn't mean to! I- I Love her! It's all my fault! Look what I've done! Oh god!" I burst into tears. I take a deep breath and calm my sobs. "Is... Is she going to be okay?" I look at the broken girl before me and feel the unmistakable stab at the heart.
"Well, she's got a broken leg, luckily just two hair line fractures and a concussion. Those and the bruises and scratches. She'll be fine, given some time. The concussion should go away in about 2 weeks, so should everything else. The leg on the other hand, will be another 2 months longer than the rest." He informs me.
I look at her beautiful face and finally notice the black eye. "How come she has a black eye like that?" I wonder aloud.
"The blood that rushed up to her head from her concussion begain draining into her face, thus the black eye and the swelling. Well I have to go check my other patient's now. You should probably get some rest. If you have any other questions just ask for Dr. Dereksen." He squeezes my shoulder before walking out the door.
My mom rushes up and follows him out to talk to him. I'm alone with the girl I ruined.
I'm so sorry Isabella...
I sit on the chair by her bed and hold her hand. I lightly rub my thumb over her hand as it rests in mine and I don't fight the tears. I sit there until my head feels heavy and I can't keep my eyes open, before I rest my head on the side of the bed.
Darkness.
