Zoe's P.O.V
The only thing I remember before I blacked out from the pain was trying and trying to type in the emergency number on my smashed iPhone. I was scared it wouldn't work at first but it did, luckily.
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I could hear voices around me as I slowly came back to my senses. My eyes fluttered open but I closed them again as the pain in my head became unbareable. My whole body was stiff and I didnt have the energy to move anything. My mouth was so dry that I found it incredibly hard to swallow.
''Is she awake?'' I hear one voice say, coming closer to my face.
''I think she's awake'' Another voice. I make a grunting noise seeing as I can't really manage proper words right this second.
''Zoe!'' Someone grabs my hand and I force my eyes open. I'm met with Louise's face looking down at me with a worried expression. Her makeup was done perfectly and her hair fell down her shoulders in big curls. I'm glad she didn't stay in hospital just for me. I didn't want anyone to worry. Here I am lying in a hospital bed with some amount of damage done to me and I'm worried about other people being too worried.
''Chummy, you're awake!'' She coos, squeezing my hand gently. I nod, trying a smile. I glance around the room and see my Mum, Dad and Joe sitting on the other side of the bed. I reach out for one of their hands and notice the cast that's wrapping tightly around my arm. My Dad takes my hand in his bigger one, smiling faintly up at me.
After a couple of minutes, the doctor walks in holding a clipboard and a pen wresting on the top of his ear.
''Ahh Ms. Sugg, you're awake!'' His mouth spreads into a huge toothy grin as he stands right beside my pillow, checking all the machines that I'm just now noticing.
''My name is Doctor Thompson'' He introduces himself as Louise and Joe go and sit in the seats by the door. ''Let me explain to you your injuries and everything you probably want to know'' I nod but I don't know if he actually saw it or not.
''You're arm was badly beat in the accident and you have a broken elbow and Ulna as a result.'' My Dad squeezes my hand again.
''Also, you were concussed pretty badly but nothing too threatning. You have been unconcious for 2 days but responsive during all that time. You might feel a bit stiff and sore now but that's just from lying in the same position for 48 hours. You should be good to go by tomorrow'' He finished, clasping his hands together and giving me a warm smile.
I open my mouth to ask about Jack but the doctor beats me to it.
''As for the other man, Mr. Harries.'' He sighs ''His case was rather serious. He's had some damage done to his skull and alot of internal bleeding'' I gulp, closing my eyes and taking my hand away from my Dad.
''It's uncertain how well he will be able to recover from his injuries. He was brought into surgery straight away and hopefully things will turn out alright'' I nod, releasing a breath I didn't realise I was holding.
''W-will I be able to see him'' I say in a voice barely above a whisper. My voice sounds hoarse but I don't care. The room is silent for a couple of seconds before Dr. Thompson answers me.
''You will be able to see him but he's currently unconcious, just so you know'' I nod and try and sit up. My parents stand up to help me. I feel so vulnerable as I swing my feet over the edge of the bed, flinching at how cold the floor is against my feet. Once I'm standing, I feel dizzy for a few seconds before my vision is back to normal. Louise and Joe are standing by the door, Joe holding it open. My Dad's hands are on my shoulders and My Mum's arm is looped through mine.
''It's fine'' I say, smiling up at the two of them. They let me walk by myself and step out into the hallway. It feels weird trying to walk and finding it so hard. Louise walks beside me and the others stay in my room.
''He's just in here'' The doctor gestures towards a door with a sign saying ''24E'' on it before he pushes the door open, letting me inside. My knees become week as I lay eyes on Jack. He's lying in the large white hospital bed, a clear tube passing under his nose. He's connected to so many machines, all of them beeping and making different noises. My vision is blurred as I feel the tears brimming. If I could move my arm, I would bring it up over my mouth to stop the sobs. Louise rubs my back in circles as the doctor smile sympathetically at me, stepping out of the room.
I slowly walk over to the side of Jack's bed, images of his body hanging off the car seat upside down filling my head. More tears start sliding down my face, dotting the bed covers. I lift his hand in mine, pressing the back of it to my forehead as I rest my one elbow and my casted arm on the side on the bed. My sobs are louder now as my eyes trace the scratches and scars on his neck and forehead.
''I'm so sorry!'' I say, my voice louder than I expected. My sobs are even louder now, echoing around the plain white room. ''I'm so sorry'' I keep saying, squeezing Jack's hand, urging him to wake up. I feel like this was all my fault. It was all my fault. I shouldn't have asked for that lift home. If I hadn't have asked, Jack would have been safe at home that night and I would have just stayed over at Alfie's or Louise's house. We wouldn't be in this mess.
