Light At The End Of The Tunnel

Chapter Five

Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't been great with updating, school has been insane, but I finally got a break, yay! Anyways, If you didn't read Chapter Four, you should, otherwise this chapter won't make much sense. Also, Thank you guys for reading my fanfic! It means a lot to me!
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Lucy's perspective
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I trudge through thick, syrupy liquid. I can't tell what it is though, because everything is pitch black. Sadness hangs itself over me. Draped around my shoulders. I can feel suffering in the air and I shiver. Where am I? I take another step, wading through the liquid. It clings to me and slows me down, I don't know how I even have the will to keep going. My eyes lower a bit as I continue on. I'm blanking out. It feels like my eyes won't shut but won't open fully either. I try to let my eyes adjust to the darkness but they never do.
Time doesn't seem to exist wherever I am. And no sounds are around. Not even the liquid swishing.
My brain fades a bit and it feels like it's buzzing. I finally close my eyes and when I open them...
      My brain swims into consciousness. I feel so groggy and out of it. I open my eyes and see that I'm not at my home. Wha-and then it hits me. Crap! Father is going to kill me! This can't be good! I look around panicking and I hear a loud beeping that's speeding up. I'm in a hospital room hooked up to and IV and heart monitor. Shit! This hospital bill is going to make dad kill me. Tears prick at my eyes in fear. I'm so screwed there's no way this can be good!
      I feel a hand land softly on top of mine and my head swivels to the side to find a certain pink haired boy with his hand on top of mine. Ummmmmm...
"Lucy, it's okay, I brought you to a hospital because of what happened" he states calming to me. I can tell he's trying to stop me from freaking out, and for some stupidly weird reason-maybe the medicine-it's working.
"But you have to tell me and the doctors what happened. They said that you're beat up and there's a small hairline fracture in your leg and bruises and cuts everywhere else" honestly, with everything that's ever happened to me, it's not even that bad. I'm sure I've taken worse. So why couldn't I power through it this time?
      "I don't really want to talk about it, sorry Natsu" I look away for a second and then back at him apologetically. He sighs but finally responds.
"Fine, Lucy, I won't push you. But you should really tell at least the doctors. That way they can take it into account"
"Ok, I will" I lie.
He looks a bit relieved.
"But wait, I do have a question, what day is it?" I start to panic again.
"Don't worry," he says lightly "you've only been out for a couple hours. It's fine" I relax. Ok. That's not so bad. The hospital bill shouldn't be too awful now...I hope...
      A few more hours later, along with a really funny boy next to me-and medicine-A cast is on my leg and I'm free to go...in a wheelchair...well...this just got interesting...I thought to myself. The nurses start to wheel me to the front desk and ask a bunch of questions. Where do I live? Do I know my insurance? What's my full name? Birthdate? Phone number? Etc... and so maybe I didn't know what my insurance was and maybe when father finds out he'll kill me BUT-I try and think positively-maybe he won't find out? I know it's stupid and he'll definitely find out, but...maybe...
      Natsu is still tagging by my side when the nurse wheels me out of the hospital "I'll take it from here" Natsu tells the nurse and grabs my wheelchair. Wait, what?! He pushes me to what I assume is his car. And then unlocks the door. He picks me up and sets me down in the passenger seat. "When did you drive here?" I ask. "When you passed out I carried you to the car and drove to the hospital" he replied as he buckles me in "I can do it myself!" I say defensively. "I know" he flashes me a smile and I pretend to pout. He goes around to his side and buckles in too then starts the car and we're off.
"Where do you live?" He questions me.
Should I tell him though, then he'll know, and he'll take me home...to my father. And if my dad doesn't know about my trip to the hospital, then he'll know I was late from school, and that's also not good. I bite my nails.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He flashes me another smile and I give in. But...how could I not?
I tell him my address. And he starts there.