Unhinged.

Hospital

Hey its Ella.

Im also writing this book.

hope you enjoy ☻

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"So Rachel, why are you here?" I raised my eyebrow.

"I was uhh drink driving and underage drinking" She sighed.

"Oh how naughty" I laughed, nudging her.

"Yeah I guess" She laughed.

"I understand, I hated being the only one out of the group who couldn't drink." I sigh.

"Louis Tomlinson" A guard stopped infront of our cell.

"Yes" I stood up, walking towards the bars.

"There is someone here for you, I believe it is your mother" He unlocks the door, but instantly puts handcuffs around my wrists.

"This way please" He guided me to a room, where my mum was waiting at a small table.

"You get 15 minutes" He muttered, pushing me into the room and slamming the door behind me.

"Louis!" My mum scraped the chair across the floor and running into me.

"Mum! I'd hug you but uh yeah.." I shook my handcuffs in annoyance.

"Its okay, You're getting bailed out!" She cried into my chest.

"R-really? Oh my god mum!" I cheered.

"Yes! The girls can't wait to see you! lets get outta here" She laughed.

"How's fizzy doing?" I asked a little concerned. Her smile faded and she went pale. She purses her lips and I was upset. Now I'm the one who's scared. The officer came back into the room and my mum pulled him off to the side and whispered something in his ear. He nodded and came towards me. I flinched as he took off my handcuffs. When they were removed, I shook my wrists since they were aching. My mum hugged me again and we left the room.

There was one thing that I almost forgot about. Rachel. I stopped and faced my mother. She was confused.

"Mum, can you bail someone else out for me? It would mean a bunch to me." I asked trying to use my puppy eyes on her. She eventually gave in and we went to the front desk. I asked the lady across the counter from us if we can bail someone out. My mom signed the papers and a guard was sent to get Rachel. I felt a little more happier that she was coming with us.

When she came over to us with the guard, she looked frightened. Not again. I sighed and walked towards her. I've got some explaining to do, don't I? The guard uncuffed her and we headed to the car. Rachel was just standing in place and didn't move. I gestured for her to come, and she gulped and started walking.

When we got to the car, I sat in the front with my mum and Rachel sat in the back. We were apparently going to the hospital to see Fizzy.

"Rachel? Do you have anywhere to stay at? Like a parent's house? A friend's?" My mum asked her. She sighed and shook her head. I faced her direction and by the looks of her expression, she was ashamed.

"Louis, how old is Fizzy?" She asked me.

"17. Why?" That was an odd question.

"Just curious." she replied and looked out the window. The awkwardness in the car didn't feel right.

After a little while, we arrived at the hospital. We all got off of the car and headed inside. It was a rainy day, so it was muggy and gloomy.

My mum went to the front desk and Rachel and I went to the waiting room. When our names were called to visit Fiz, Rachel came with us.

We were guided down a hall to a hospital room. I've always hated hospitals. They have this feeling that's like everything's going to go wrong. It's not right.

As we arrived to Fizzy's room, she was unconscious. It stung me to see her like this. For the third time, this is all my fault. I walked to her bedside and sat in a chair next to her. She had bandages up and down her side. Most likely from the knife. I hope that man rots in hell.

When my mum came towards her, she broke down. I had to comfort her, so I told Rachel to watch Fizzy. She nodded her head and sat in the chair next to the bed. I took my mom outside and comforted her.

I glanced a couple of times to the girls in the room. Rachel was just talking to her, like she was awake. Then, Rachel's eyes widen. Then, I see Fizzy's eyes open and she smiles. My mouth drops and I run back into the room. Mum follows behind and we engulf her in a hug. She winces and we pull away.

"Sorry." I said sheepish.

"It's fine. But I have one question," she asked.

"Shoot." I answered, gesturing for her to continue.

"Where am I and what happened?"

How am I going to explain to my little sister that I killed a man that stabbed her without her freaking out.

Oh the fun part about protecting people.

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