Can You Understand? (1D fanfic)

Chapter 18

I gasped and sat up. Looking around, I realized, I was in the hospital...again? The beeping of the heart monitor finally sunk in, and then I realized, I never LEFT the hospital. I looked down at my baby blue hospital gown, and tried to think straight. So EVERYTHING that happened was just a dream? Frankly, I didn't know what was real anymore. The last thing I remembered was

...was...I glanced down at my arms. There were burns across my wrist. If this was what happened to me, I wondered what happened to...OHMYGOSH. Were the boys okay? Did the fire consume them?

Oh so THAT'S what I remembered last. I was being driven to the hospital with Louis and Niall. I remember the CHAOS of when we left the building, and I saw the boys being ushered out by the firemen, moments later, covered head to toe in ashes, and coughing up a storm. There were thousands of fans waiting outside, and a lot of paparazzi people flashing their cameras at us. It was scary. That's when I realized, Dallas was sleeping on the chair in front of my bed, looking just fine. The clock read twelve thirty at night, and the only sound was the heart monitor.

I needed to find the boys.

After sitting in the bed for an annoying five minutes, I yanked off the finger pulse monitor, and tossed it to the side.

The noise finally stopped.

I carefully got up, trying to not wake up poor Dallas, and quietly tip-toed with my socks to the door. I slowly turned the knob, and then quickly but silently walked out. The hallway lights were lit, but it was completely quiet. I glanced up at the side of my door frame and saw a document with my last name, Evans, in big letters on it. At the bottom of the document, was a signature. I yanked it off the wall and read it.

I apparently had two third degree burns on my left arm and wrist. I lifted my sleeve and saw another treacherous burn up by my shoulder. It was about four inches long, and it had a weird, rectangular shape to it. The one on my wrist was just a two inch line that ran horizontally, and was a deep crimson color.

I put the paper back and wandered through the hall, reading everyone's papers. One girl was recovering from a tumor removal, another boy was recovering from a deadly snake bite.

Finally, I came across Harry's room. He was recovering from three second degree burns on his chest, thigh, and back. I slowly opened the door and walked in to hear the annoying beeps of heart monitor. Harry was sleeping peacefully on his side. I moved down his covers and saw huge red spots on his chest, covering his butterfly tattoo. I slowly inched my hand onto his chest, and felt the burnt skin. Gross. Harry began to move around, whimpering, until I saw him open his eyes.

"H-h-h-hello." He whispered, smiling.

"Harry, what happened?" I asked, a bit too loud.

"Shh." He said. He wrapped his arm around my back. "I'm fine. We're all fine, love."

"Where's Liam or Louis?"

"They are sleeping peacefully, dear. No need to worry. They're all alive and fine."

"But-but-but-" I began, but was interrupted by an angry nurse standing outside the doorway.

"Hayley?" growled the old woman, holding up the detached finger piece from the heart monitor. Behind her, was sleepy-head, Dallas. "I don't care if the WORLD'S ENDING. I DO NOT want to see you out of bed again? Understand?"

"She was just saying hi to me, madam." said Harry. With that remark, he gave me a quick kiss on my hand, and shooed me off.

"Hayley." said Dallas in his deep country accent in the hallway. "How are you doing?"

"Fine." I grumbled, crossing my arms.

Dallas grabbed my hand and squeezed it, and after hearing me squeal, he let go. He lifted up my sleeve, and stared at the burn on my wrist.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, kissing my cheek. "I was staying with you until you woke up, but I guess I missed it, huh?"

"Clearly." I stated, rolling my eyes.

Before I walked in my recovery room, Dallas stopped me, and forced me against the wall. "Whatever's going on with you and Harry needs to stop." He commanded, making me draw back a bit. He leaned in closer to me. "You're mine and only mine." He said, staring me dead in the eye.

I was confused, why was he being such a control freak?

Then it hit me. Oh, boys will be boys...

I played it right back to him and smirked. "In your dreams, sweatheart."

Dallas grinned and crashed his lips against mine, making my heart rate go up, I could tell. Good thing the beeper wasn't on.

"Miss Evans?" Asked the nurse, sticking her head out of the recovery room door. Dallas and I broke apart, embarrassed. "Your bed is ready."

I walked in and hopped into my bed, feeling quite a bit better. Dallas slung himself against the chair again, and waited until the nurse left.

Then he jumped over to my bed and fell asleep right by my side, with his head hanging over my shoulder. I kissed the side of his mouth then slid into my covers and fell fast asleep again.