Safe outside - A The Script fanfic

Chapter 12

The first thing I notice is a beeping noise and then everything else hits me with a great smash. My head hurts, my whole body hurts, actually, and I'm too tired to sit up so I just glance down on my body. It's covered in a white blanket, I have a needle in my right arm and two nibbles in my nose that's connected to a machine. The room is small and white with a small TV in one of the corners, an armchair beside my bed and a beside table on the other side. There's a window with the blinds closed. I feel a little bit dizzy so I focus on the end of my bed and try to go back to sleep. Before I can, a nurse comes into the room. She got medium long, brown hair and a white coat on. She closes the door carefully and walks up to me.

"Hello, honey. How are you feeling?" she asks with a smile.

"Tired" I answer after coughing a couple of times.

"Yes, I understand that, morphine princess. Do you remember anything?"

"Not really, I was up on the stage and then something happened..."

"Yes, one of the over head-lights fell down on you and you hit your head. You lost some blood because of that and broke two ribs, but others than that you're fine." She smiles. "I'm Amy and you're going to stay here for a couple of days. We want to keep an eye on you in case something would happen, when your head hurts like that you can get a little bit weird sometimes, and we want your ribs to start healing."

I sigh and nod. Oh, not a very good idea. It feels like someone is stabbing me with a dagger and I exhale carefully.

"Where's Dan?" I ask Amy.

She smiles as she fills in some paper. "I wondered when you would remember him. He was here before, but you were still pretty gone so I don't think you notice anything."

"Can you erm... Call him or something?"

"I promised him I will as soon as your brain starts working again, so yes."

"Thank you. And, what day is it?"

"It's Wednesday, the 24th of April." She answers with a little laugh. "Something else?"

"No, thank you."

"Okay, now rest a little bit and Dan will be here in a bit."

I close my eyes and within seconds I'm asleep.

When I wake up again I'm not really sure why because I'm still exhausted. But I look up and see Amy walking in. "Daniel is here now so if you would like to see him, you can. Not too long though, because you need to rest."

I nod, she walks out and just seconds after, Dan walks in. He looks slightly miss placed with his dark jeans, leather jacket and worn out shoes. He walks up to my bed and takes a seat in the armchair. I caught myself with a big smile on my face.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Jesus, I'm so happy that you're fine. Carrie, I can't tell you how sorry I am that I brought you out there... If you wouldn't be able to get well again, I don't know what I would have done. I'm so sorry."

"Wait, what? Why are you sorry?" I ask him, confused. I can't remember anything to blame him for.

"Well, I welcomed you out on the stage and if I haden't we wouldn't have been here."

I roll my eyes. "Oh my God, Dan, seriously. Are you kidding me? It's not your fault. It's no ones fault, it was an accident. And who knows, if I hadn't been there, maybe someone else would have instead."

"Yeah, I know but still..."

"No, shut up."

We sit quite for a minute before his face light up. I find my self missing that smile. "You were high before" he says with a laugh. "I was here and you were awake but you were just stumbling, talking about... Gossip Girl? The Brown-couple? It was hilarious."

I smile, a little emberrased, and change the subject. "So what have you guys been up to while I was high on morphine?"

"Well we had some sort of day off, just like a show in the evening, and then we just hung out at the hotel, turisted a little in the town, did a couple of interviews, met some cool people in the bar and then they called and I went here. Mark and Glen would also have been here, but they would only let... Closest family... In."

"Wait, what? Family?"

"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Brown called since you are family in the script and they told the nurses that it was okay to let me in."

"Oh."

"Speaking of them, we talked a little bit and they're really worried. They asked how long you were going to be gone and I told them that I thought you needed a little bit of time to work through some things before you would be ready to start up your life like normal again. I was just telling them something to give them some sort of reason, but they probably want you to call as soon as possible."

"Actually... That was true. This whole thing have been great for me so far. It's been so nice to just get out and do something that isn't a new school or new parents or creating a new routine. I don't know, it's just awesome to focus on something a little less serious, and defiantly a lot easier. But yeah, I'll call them."

"Okay, great."

I want to ask what me being in the hospital means for the tour, but I don't. Maybe because I'm afraid of the answer. It feels like I could stay on the road forever and just the thought of something as stupid as an accident could end it all... I try to find a new conversation and notice the camera around his neck and nod towards it. "Got any nice shots?"

"Yeah, actually, this city is so beautiful..." He says as he start it and he shows me pictures until the nurse shows up and tell us that visiting time is over. We say goodbye and he promises to say hi to the other guys from me. When he leaves I try to relax but the fatigue I felt when I woke up is gone and the thought of not continuing the tour spins around in my mind. The worst thing is that I'm not sure what I want. We're scheduled to leave early tomorrow morning but Amy said I'd be here a couple of days. How long could that be? Two days, three days? Neither of those even comes close to tomorrow morning. Shit. And then there was the call to the Brown couple. What am I gonna say to them? They probably want me to come back and live with them. And the thing is that everything goes towards that. Except my will. Thinking of my health, the best thing would be to go live with them. I guess I'll have to take a stand if I want to continue going on tour. Convince the crew as well as the Browns that this is what's best for me. I should call in Amy and ask to borrow a phone but just the thought of facing the outside world, and all that comes with that, makes me cringe so I close my eyes and try to get some sleep. It takes a while longer than the last time but eventually, with those problems on my mind, I fall asleep.