Identity (Harry Styles FanFic) BOOK 1

Chapter 17: Him

Chapter 17:

Him

Ariel's POV

"Just a little longer Harry. We'll be out of here in a couple days." He let's a sigh pass through his soft pink lips.

"It's terrible here." He shakes his head. I continue to run my hands through his hair, him smiling a little. He was like a cat, nearly purring at the feeling. I rolled my eyes, kissing his cheek quickly.

"I'm gonna go check in with the nurse." I enter the hall, beginning to walk down. My ribs were still extremely sore, my head now containing a large bruise beneath my hair. Doctors are rushing through, and I back away. First on a gurney was an officer, speeding them down the hall to the ER. Next is a little girl, she had brown hair and blood splotched her clothes. Her eyes were closed, a nearby nurse carrying her belongings. They push her past the doors, and I press a hand to my mouth. "What happened?" I ask a nurse.

"Car crash." She answers. "Girl was in the back of the police car, doctors said she was a missing girl, not anymore."

"What's her name?"

"Hasn't been identified, and that's classified information as of right now." I frown, I had a bad feeling about that little girl.

Darcy's POV

(I've never switched between their POV's in the same chapter.)

It was fast, but painful. I felt as if everything was gone in a matter of seconds, leaving me wondering, 'where has time gone?'.

~Flashback~

The radio continues to crackle, and I sit back in my seat. I had to get away, but it'd make things worse, far worse. My heart raced frantically and my palms were moist. The officer looks down, finally snagging the speaker to his mouth.

"Hello?" He asks. The radio crackles and an indistinct voice protrudes my ears. The officer reaches down and adjusts the knobs, and I peer out the left window. My eyes widen in fear.

"Look out!" I scream, but it's too late. The other car has already smashed into the left side, into me.

~End Flashback~

My head throbs and doctors loom over me. My left wrist absolutely kills, feeling like the bones in me were being crunched up and ground. It felt as if fire was wracking my body. I let out a strangled scream, with sounded much like a gurgle. The side of my right thing burned, and I felt immobile.

"Doctor she's come to!" A nurse says. My breathing is quick, and I thrash against the hold of the doctors. Why were they torturing me?

"Stop! Stop hurting me! Stop torturing me!" I scream.

"Sedate her!" Someone orders. I feel a sharp jab in my left, outer bicep. A cool rush explodes into my arm. I feel myself progressively slow, my thrashes becoming weak pats.

"S-...stop..." I whisper, my heavy eyelids closing and my green eyes rolling into the back of my head.

When I awake, I'm in a gown, white socks covering my feet. My left wrist is sore, the side of my thigh burning dully. I look around, the stale white room holding no flowers, no cards, and no balloons to send sorry's and condolences. A white thing is secured around my left index finger. My right palm presses against the red button to summon the nurse.

"Hi!" A young woman chirps. "I'm Dr. Prescott. What do you need?"

"More meds..." I groan.

"Sorry, we can't give you any more morphine than we already have."

"Ugh...fine, where's my food?"

"You'll eat lunch soon. All the patients go to the cafeteria at 1:15 to have lunch together. We all think it's healthy for the patients to maintain social lives."

"Ugh...what time is it now?" I ask. Dr. Prescott laughs.

"Half an hour to go, you'll survive." With that said, she leaves the room. I press the button again, and she peers her head into the room. "Yes?" She asks.

"May I walk around? Nothing is wrong with my legs."

"I guess, but please notify someone if your feeling faint, we only just stopped the flow of morphine." I nod and she removes me from all the strange machinery. My white socks press against the cool floor, and I have to grip her arm and the bed stand for a second before the dizziness fades. I let out a breath, standing up straighter than before.

"Thank you." I say, beginning to walk. I keep close to the walls, my right palm pressed against the cool, white brick. Many people carry stands with IV bags in them. I see one woman, her stomach large and her husband at her side. They were having a baby. I wonder what it was like for Mom and Dad when they had me. Where was I born? Who are my grandparents? Questions I didn't know the answer. Little nothings I may never know.

***

Dr. Prescott hold the side of my arm, carefully guiding me down the halls of the hospital.

"Finally, food." I sigh. "How long has it been since I've eaten?"

"A day and a half at least in the hospital."

"Ugh." I groan.

"You sure groan a lot."

"Eh, habit when I'm starving." I scoff.

"Oh, I see. So, when you woke up, you were very convinced we were torturing you."

"Yeah...it really hurt, and my wrist is broken so I thought they did something to it." I glance down at the black cast covering a little lower than my knuckles so I could still make a proper fist, and a couple inches below my broken wrist. My right arm was perfectly fine, it was just my left wrist that was broken. "How long will it be like this?"

"Well a lot of the bone was completely crushed, leaving us quite a mess to readjust." I nod as she talks, my morphine now in my right forearm as she helps push along the metal stand on wheels. The morphine numbed the unbelievable pain that ached over my body.

"How far is this cafeteria?" I ask.

"Not too far now." She says. "So, what's your name."

"You can call me Pixie." I sigh. My heart sinks at the thought of Per. I'd left her marriage a mess, left her alone with a baby.

"I'm sorry but we need a real name, so we can identify you."

"I don't remember. I mean, I just got into a car crash and everyone called me Pixie before that." I lie.

"Are you absolutely sure? Were really urgent to get this information."

"Well how do you think I feel?" I use all my emotion from what those impostors had lied to me about. My 'parents'. "I woke up today and I didn't know my name. I don't even know who I really am or where I even belong! So don't tell me your urgent to get that information! I'm even more urgent to find out who I am and where I belong because I feel out of place and alone! No one is even here to comfort me!" I'm on the verge of tears. It's true. I've always felt out of place, I do know my name though, and I'm proud to be who I am, I'm Darcy Styles.

"I'm sorry, please calm down, it's not good for you to get all riled up." She pleads. I snag my arm away from her and begin to trudge down the hallway. I don't know where the cafeteria is, but I'll find it. My socks feet and loose white gown make me look absolutely ridiculous and childish as I clutch the tall IV bag stand, rolling to the cafeteria. I hear lots of noise, so that must be where the cafeteria is. I walk over to the door, a smile appearing on my face as I look around the cafeteria. I walk over an grab a tray, filling it with fruit and other good stuff. I turn around, my eyes grazing over the room for a seat. And then, my eyes land on him.

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