Not A Word

Chapter Fifteen

Tara

I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it. There was so nightlife everywhere that it nearly blinded me. Maybe white is all blind people see. Shut up Tara you're saying stupid shit again, maybe it's the fault of the Damn beeping. Opening my eyes back up I looked around the room. This wasn't like the time I woke up at Greg's house. This room looked nothing like any room in his house.

I raised my arm to brush a stray piece of hair from in front of my face and felt a painfully sharp tug come from my forearm. Looking down I saw a needle embedded in my skin. The beeping came more rapidly as I felt my heart speed up in response to seeing to needle. Immediately I grabbed the tube attached to the needle and pulled it slowly out of my arm. There was no way I was have a needle anywhere near me.

The moment the needle left my arm and came into contact with the cool air an alarm sounded. My eyes widened anni quickly pulled the blankets up over my head. Why was there an alarm? I shouldn't have touched the needle, now I was going to get punished.

A woman dressed as a nurse jogged into the room but stopped short when she noticed I was watching her. "Hello sweetheart. My name is Mercedes. Do you know where you are?" the woman asked me kindly.

I shook my head, refusing to speak. Looking around again I saw a matching that had a line spiking up when it made the annoying beeping had heard. There was a tall metal stand that held a bag with some kind of white liquid inside. Next to that were two unoccupied chairs. Hanging from the ceiling was a flat screen telly, the remote to which visas lying on a nightstand beside the bed I lay in. Under the telly was a door, through which I could see the loo.

I looked back to the woman, "Who are you?" I forced the words out of my mouth afraid that I wasn't allowed to speak and would be punished.

The woman just smiled nicely, "My name is Mercedes and I am the nurse who has been taking care of you while you were in here."

"Nurse? Am I in the hospital?" I asked feeling paranoid about the answer knew would come next.

"Yes you are."

"How long?" I asked. Mercedes looked at me confused so I clarified, "How long have I been in here?"

Pulling out a clipboard she looked at the information. "You were brought in by medical eight days ago. A boy called your predicament in. I never saw him but I was told that the same boy has come to visit the same time each day and has talked to you while you were comatose."

I looked at her feeling confused. "That must be a mistake." I insisted. "I have no friends that would care to save me, especially not one that would come to see me often."

"Those don't sound like very good friends to me." she said.

"They're not friends per say. They're just the only people that interact with me. Even if their presence is never a good sign." I muttered the last part to myself.

She walked over to the metal stand holding the bagged liquid. "Well there is obviously someone who cares about you." She turned back to me, "You're younger have to stay a few more days. We have to keep track of your respiratory progress. When you came to us your windpipe was nearly crushed. You are lucky to be alive.

I just nodded feeling overwhelmed. There was actually someone out there that had found me, known who I was and helped me. "How long until I can leave?" I asked.

"Like I said, you were in bad shape when you came in. We're going to keep you here for a few days for observation. Did you not hear me tell you this?"

I had but I was more focused on the fact that someone had helped me. I sighed and laid back in the bed. "Can I not have the needle in my arm anymore?" I asked politely.

"Dear it's not there to harm you. This bag has special fluids that keep your body hydrated while you are unable to function." she thought for a second. "Now that you're awake though I think it would be fine if we didn't put it back. You must drink the water that is given to you though or it will go right back."

I nodded in understanding. I thanked her as she walked out of the room. Unfortunately I had been confined to my bed. I couldn't get out if i didn't want the needle back in my arm. Kin the corner on one of the chairs was the clothes I remember wearing. Resting on the armrest was a leather jacket that I don't remember wearing.

Staring at it for a while, I tried to figure out where I had seen it before. I knew it looked familiar but I couldn't place where I'd seen it. Someone at school maybe? Finally it hit me. I let out a scream that made no sound. The jacket on the chair, that I had apparently been wearing belonged to none other than Zayn Malik.

That meant that he had saved me and had come to visit more than once.

I heard the door to my room open and saw the nurse poke her head inside. "You have a visitor." was all she said before leaving.

I heard my heart begin to beat faster. I couldn't let him know that I was awake. Quickly closing my eyes I leaned my head back on the pillow and tried to look asleep.

The click of the door closing into place sounded through the quiet room. Footsteps closed in on the hospital bed I laid in. "Tara please open your eyes." I merely laid there for a while trying to block out Zayn's voice. "Look I asked nicely. I won't the next time."

I sighed and opened my eyes to look up at him. "What do you want Zayn?" I spat at him.

"Hey don't snap at me! I wasn't the one to do this to you." he snapped back.

I looked dawn at my hands while twisting them in my lap. "Sorry." i stopped and flicked my eyes up before looking back down and asking meekly, "W-why are you here Zayn?"

He smirked and walked over to the chair that had his jacket hanging off it. "I came back for my jacket. And to see how you were doing."

"Why do you care? You hate me."

"Maybe. Maybe not." he said with a wink and left the room. His head popped back in for a second, "By the way, I'm glad you're okay Tara." and then he was gone.

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