Monster.

Chapter Thirteen

“I don’t know why I’m in here right now. God, I don’t even know why I care so much about you. When I woke up to the fire, the first thing I thought of was you. I’m not supposed to worry about anyone else. You’re just some stupid girl I nearly caused to bleed to death. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself. I try to act like I hate you, in hopes that maybe that will make me stop caring, but it’s not working. And I feel like such an idiot just coming here and telling this all to you while you’re asleep, but I couldn’t stop myself. I cannot love you. I cannot care about you. The last time I loved someone…” He choked up slightly.

“The last time I loved someone went horribly wrong and I can’t let what happened to them happen to you. I can’t be the cause of another scene like that. I just, I don’t know what my feelings are and I’m so confused. I’m supposed to be the badass that doesn’t care about anyone or anything, but I can’t stop myself. Every time I see you and Charlie I can’t help but slightly wish that it was me instead. I don’t even know your name, for god’s sake, because you hate me too much to tell me. I-” He’s cut off when the door opens. I hear him stand up quickly, probably slightly embarrassed from being caught talking to a sleeping person. Well, a person that was faking sleep.

“We’re going to have to ask you to leave. We need to check our patient’s vitals. Besides, visiting hours haven’t started yet. It’s only seven and they don’t open up until nine. You can come back then.” The somewhat familiar voice of my doctor says. I hear the door close and I can feel the lack of Niall in the room. I silently thank the doctor for remembering not to say my name. I had asked her not to, ignoring any questions when she’d asked of why.

I thought of what Niall said. What really interested me is what happened the last time he loved. He had said something had gone horribly wrong because of him. That scared me.

‘You don’t deserve to be loved. Do you see what you do to people?’

He said he was trying not to care about me, but to no avail. So, that means he cares about me. And he acted like he hated me so that our relationship wouldn’t go any farther. He worried about me even though he had hurt me multiple times.

My mind was racing with thoughts and questions. Everything that he had said was being repeated nonstop in my mind, like a tape recording on repeat. Nothing made sense. If anything, it made me more lightheaded from the over thinking.

I was shaken ‘awake’. I open my eyes slowly; to give off the impression I had just woken up. I fake yawn and stretch slightly, blinking my eyes a few times. I made my voice heavy when I spoke.

“How am I doing? When will I get out of here?” I asked, looking up into the brown eyes of Doctor Lauren.

“You’re doing fine, really well actually. The skin graphs on your hands haven’t shown any sign of rejection, which is possible.” I cock my head in the way that showed her I needed an explanation. She obliged.

“When new cells are placed in your body, there could be something wrong or different about them. Your cells will reject it, thereby causing a possible infection or serious problem. This is not common, nor rare.” She explained. It made sense, so I nodded. She continued.

“You will probably be released in three days to a week. It takes about two or three days to be sure your skin graphs have set in and are working. By the way, there was a boy in here with you earlier, while you were asleep. He was blonde with tattoos. Is he a friend?” She asks; interest in her eyes. I noticed how young she looked; probably only twenty-five or so, no older than thirty.

I didn’t know how to answer to the friend question, not sure what Niall and I are. So I just nodded, not wanting to cause alarm. I then ask a question that was itching at me.