It's complicated

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'WAKE UPPPP." I hear a voice shout from above me, seriously I don't even get a lie in in hospital?
"What?" I mumble
"It's me, Myles again." Wait, he wasn't a hallucination....
"Oh. What do you want?" I say, still in shock that he actually exists
"I wanted to say that I think you're cute," awww, maybe he is actually a nice guy "but you're in hospital, so you're probably dying and will eventually become boring and depressing like my girlfriend." Or maybe he is that bad
"If you've just came in here to abuse me just leave, get out and never come back again." I shout, already fed up with him
"But I don't want to goooo." He complains and if I wasn't tied to my bed I'd definitely have punched him
"This is my hospital room and you have no right to be in here so if you don't leave now I might just have to press my emergency button." I shout, knowing that I'll never actually press it
"Oh I dare you." He jokes, ughhh does he have to be so annoying?
"Maybe I won't but please just get out." I plead
"You're cute when you're embarrassed." He says making me cringe. Really? He's flirting with a girl who's never actually seen him because she can only stare at the ceiling
"Stop flirting with me. You've got a girlfriend who incase you're forgetting is dying apparently." I point out, he sighs
"How many times do I have to tell you? I don't actually like her, I just can't break up with her." He says with a groan
"Then why are you here?" I ask him
"So I can see all the hot, dying girls." I know he's smirking
"Seriously?"
"Seriously, I feel bad for her. She needs me." Wow, does he really think he's that great?
"You do know you're not that great?" I check
"Ermm, actually I am that great." Seriously? Is this guy for real,?
"Just leave." I say, bored of him
"Fine. But you do know you're missing out." He mumbles as his voice gets more distant
"Yeah right." I say under my breath. Once the door as fully closed I sigh deeply and let my mind shut down. I keep on thinking about gymnastics though, will I really never be able to do it again?
"Hi sweetie." I hear a voice cut through my thoughts, it's my Mum
"Hey." I sigh, hoping she'll get the idea that I don't really feel like talking
"How you feeling?" She asks quietly
"Oh great." I groan sarcastically "I just love having a broken back and being trapped in hospital. It's pretty wonderful." I rant, I feel her hand in my forehead
"It's okay sweetie. You'll get through this." She whispers, making me feel safe
"But I'll never do gymnastics again." I point out
"Maybe not but at least you got this far." She just doesn't get it
"Mum, you don't understand. By having gymnastics taken away from me I feel empty, like I'm missing a chunk of my heart so please don't say at least you got this far because that makes me feel no better." I sigh, I know she's trying but right now I don't care how hard she's trying, it'll never be enough. Neither of us speak for about an hour until my Mum suddenly moves
"I need to be going, I'll see you tomorrow. I love you." She says quickly
"I love you too Mum." Say before she leaves me.
So I guess this is what my life's come to, lay in hospital with a weird guy flirting with me. Fun.