~*Marcel's POV*~
I awoke in my one hospital bed, blinking at the blinding light seeping in through the window. Stretching my sore muscles I groaned and sighed.
"Good morning Mr. Styles." Dr. Dereksen greets as he walks through the door. "Sleep well last night?" I shrug not really caring to properly answer. "Well you're mom's brought a few of your things and you'll be able to go home in a few days. We're deciding it's best to keep you here to do further tests on the trauma and because this is a safe environment so a psychiatrist will be visiting with you daily. That was quite an accident both physically, mentally, and emotionally." He explains.
Furrowing my eyebrows, I squint up at him in confusion. Why would I need to stay here for psychiatric evaluation? And what tests?
"We have a schedule for you to follow and hopefully everything checks out, until then we'll be checking up on you. Have a nice day Mr. Styles. Oh and uh, Mrs. Clemon's has been awake since early this morning if you'd like to see her. But you might want to wait, she already has a visitor." Dr. Dereksen smiles before walking out the door and down the hall.
She's awake? She's awake! I jump out of bed and grab my glasses. Putting them on I run down the hall to her room. Skidding to a stop, I open the door with the cheekiest smile I've ever had. The smile drops from my face as Isabella and her visitor look up at me.
The most beautiful girl in the world sitting up in her bed breaks the silence, "Morning, Marcel." Her big, beautiful green eyes slowly look at the person sitting next to her.
"I think I should be going now, I'll visit again later." Angelo says casually before getting up and whispering something in Isabella's ear. He kisses her on the head before nodding his head in my direction, mumbling a "morning" and stalking off out of the room.
I furrow my eyebrows like I always do when I'm trying to figure stuff out. "Why was he here, did he hurt you?" I ask, finally coming over to sit down.
"No.. But you did.." She mumbles under her breath. She sits there fiddling with her fingers and the silence kills me.
"Look I'm sorry, I didn't see you, I didn't mean to, it was an accident! I saw you with him and you two got all snuggly and I- I- I couldn't take it, it hurt, a lot! I was driving and I wasn't paying attention to anything because I was so angry and hurt! I didn't have my lights on and when I finally did!" I shook my head, "It was too late.." The tears ran down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry Isabella..." I tried to grab her hand to kiss it better but she ripped it away from me.
"Get out! He told me you'd do this! Just leave, get out, get out, get out!!!" She shouted not looking at me.
"He told you I'd do what? Apologize? Is that something I'm NOT supposed to do?!" I snap.
She sits there as still as a statue, her arms crossed, her eyes dull.
"What am I supposed to do? It was an accident, Isabella. I love you and I'd never want to hurt you." My voice softened.
She still sat there, arms crossed, eyes dull, refusing to respond.
"I love you Isabella! You're my everything, please just talk to me, please!" I pleaded.
Not even a blink.
"Isabella I refuse to move until you talk to me." I feel the lump return to my throat.
"I said get out." She growls.
"W-what?" I will the tears to stop in their tracks but they defy me anyways.
"Did I stutter?!" She snaps at me, glaring me down.
I slowly stand up and shuffle to the door, in shock. As soon as the door slams shut behind me I run for it. Run back to my room and hide under the covers. That's when I let it all out. Running my hands up my face and through out my hair, I curl up in a ball and choke on sobs. What am I going to do?
