Sink

chp. 27

CHAPTER 27.

   Fuck, my head hurt like hell. Like actual hell.

   I groaned, and I heard someone inhale sharply. "Malia?"

   Whoever you are, I would love to reply, but right now, I can barely open my eyes, let alone speak.

   "Doc?" It's almost like someone's screaming in my ear. That didn't help my pounding head. "Doc! She's up!"

   A few moments later, I hear a door being opened, and someone coming in. Presumably the doctor.

   "Dylan, I think it would be best if you quietened down," someone spoke in a soft voice, chuckling slightly.

   Dylan. My brother. Tall, brown hair, hazel eyes, and annoying. My brother.

   "I'll just go get Mum," he said in a hushed voice. "I'll be literally one second."

   The door opened and closed once again, and a gentle voice started to speak.

   "Now, Malia, I want you to just try to open your eyes," he said. Well, I think it was a he. "Go slowly, take your time."

   And then after a couple more tries, I could open my eyes. The room was so bright I was tempted to shut my eyes again, but I kept them open.

   A middle aged man stood beside me. He wore a white coat, so obviously, he was a doctor. And, he had a clipboard.

   So, obviously, I was in the hospital.

   Great.

   "What happened?" I asked. My voice came out dry and croaky. I needed water.

   Thankfully, the doctor came prepared, and handed me a glass of water which I finished with my uninjured arm.

   Talk about injuries. My right leg was in a cast, and so was my left arm. It hurt to move around pretty much at all, and my face was slightly numb.

   "What happened?" I repeated, looking at the doctor.

   He was analyzing me. "You were in a car accident. Do you remember that?"

   "Yeah, I know that, I don't have amnesia, sir," I said, rolling my eyes, but that hurt my head. "Sorry. I'm kinda cranky when I wake up. Uh, can you help me sit up?"

   "Sure," the doctor said amusingly, moving over, and soon, I was close to an upright position.

   "What's the damage?" I asked him, wincing as I moved slightly.

   "Broken bones," he said, writing down something on the clipboard he had. "And, you've been asleep for quite a while. But you seem perfectly fine to me."

   "Huh." I mean, I felt fine, besides the broken bones. "What about the other car?"

   "What do you mean?" the doctor looked back up to me, raising his eyebrows.

   "The other car," I repeated. "You know, the one I crashed into. There must've been someone in there, right?"

   "Oh, right," the doctor clocked, shaking his head. "They're fine. Just a couple bruises. You definitely got the worst of it. You hit the side of their car at the back, and there was on the driver and someone in the passenger seat. And don't worry about their car. They're rich."

   I almost laughed. "That's good. I would never have been able to pay them back."

   A few moments later, Dylan comes barging in with Mum right behind him.