The Four Lovers.

Chapter 20

BWAAAAH! I totally didn’t know that was going to happen at all *wink wink* not at all! Hellllo lovelies! Sorry about the feels, but I fear I may be erm, causing major feels in this chapter. PREPARE YO SELF! XOXOXO-Maya 

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. 

When I open my eyes, a blinding light pierces my eyes and causes my throbbing headache to worsen. At first, my sight is blurry, and all I can see is the light, which dances around in my head. When my sight clears up, I notice that I’m in a hospital. I feel as if someone is with me, but I can’t turn my head. 

“Hello?” Is all I can muster, just to check if anyone’s here. When I try to move my head, a pain, sharp as a butcher’s knife, jabs me in the head. It feels like someone’s stabbing my brain repeatedly. 

“Maya, I’m here.” Is all I can hear someone say. The voice is familiar, I just can’t quite place it. A hand takes mine, but I don’t have the strength to see who’s it is. Who is with me? My lips feel dry and cracked, at a point, where they’re bleeding. A dull pain is in my knee. When I focus again on how to speak, I remember what I should ask. 

“Who’s there?” I mumble. A figure comes into my line of vision. Immediatly I wish I am sleeping. The feeling of hatred returns and I almost cry. “No. It can’t be you.” 

“Maya, I’m here.” Now, I wish I am dead. Anything, any other place, just not here, not now. No, I don’t and I won’t except that he’s here. “Maya your fathers here.” Perfect, just what I want to wake up and see. My dad is standing over my bed, with concern laced on his face. 

“Why the hell are you here?” When I ask this, he sighs and takes a step back from the bed. Disappointment and anger is clearly taking over him, but he manages to channel his emotions. That’s a first. “Go away. I don’t want to see you. I thought I made that clear.” Again, he lets out an angry sigh and then starts to head towards the door, slowly. 

“I only came, because they called. I guess I’m your emergency contact.” Now I remember, all those years ago, that I had to change something, other than my music taste. I was going through a Screamo phase. “Also because, you fractured your knee.” With that, he left, almost slamming the door. With a deep breath I took in the information he just gave me. 

Literally five split seconds after he left, a man nurse rushes into the room. He picks up my chart, and then sends me a smile.

“Wowee. So, Ms. Hail, looks like we’ve got a case of fractured knee. Now, your doctor has prescribed you to daily meds. You’ll need a refill every two weeks, so we’ve got your medication forms filled out. Also we’ve decided to have you wear crutches. That won’t be fun, not going to lie. People will steal your crutches, just a warning.” I chuckle at his joke, but it’s hard considering what just happened. Seeing my father, was like dragging Satan out of hell and making him visit all the people that he’s damaged. “Glad you laughed, most people just kinda stare. Okay, so I’m going to allow you one friend at a time, if you don’t mind.” He says, hands me some water and pain pills and takes his leave. I pop the pills in my mouth and swallow them without the water. The water on the other hand, I chug. Suddenly I remember if someone visits, I probably look like crap. I try to organize my hair, but fail. Finally I just give up. 

The door creaks open and in walks a horrible looking Elena. Her face is bruised and scarred, and her hair is disheveled. Then I remember that I probably look just as terrible. 

“Hey.” I creak. Right when she sits down next to me, she rests her head in her hands and lets out a long sigh. Her eyes are red, probably from lack of sleep, or exhaustion. 

“I’m just done.” Is all she can say, when she looks up at me. I nod, despite the slowly dwindling pain. “Done with the pain, the drama and seeing your dad just made it 587 times worse.” 

“Yeah, but I’m trying not to think about him at the moment. It makes me gag.” I say, trying to include some humor. She lets out a short chuckle and then pours me a glass of water. 

“You look worse than me.” She says, slightly disgusted. This makes me laugh, and it feels good. Despite the previous events, we’re laughing. 

“So what happened to the huge douche who ran into us?” I ask her. She smiles for once. 

“Arrested. He was driving drunk.” I sigh, and remember how my mother died. She was drunk driving, and then drove her van off a bridge and drowned. Not pleasant. At least she died before she could find out that my dad was cheating on her. Now she’ll never know. “Yeah I hate that too.” She says, understanding that I am probably thinking of my mom. 

“What else happened?” I ask her curiously. She offers me a smile before she can deliver the news. 

“Well, Phil broke his wrist, so he got a blue cast. Phil and I both just have scars, though he does have a nasty cut that runs down his face. Um, they’re going to let you out in a few hours, so we can return our drive. So that’s good. Also, Phil is over eager to see you, so I should probably go soon. Plus you need your sleep. We’ll come get you when the doctor says you can leave.” She says, and starts to stand up. Before she can leave, I air hug her and say bye. 

A few minuets later, Phil comes into the room. Like Elena described, Phil is wearing a bright blue cast to match his eyes. Dan has already signed it. He has one scar on his face, but it’s barely noticeable.

“Hey guinea pig.” I say and poke his cheek. He leans close to my face and pokes my nose with his. 

“Hello little padawan.” I gasp, really exaggerating it. Phil chuckles, unsure of what I am saying. 

“If anything, I’m a Jedi!” I say and stick my tongue out. Phil laughs and runs his fingers through my hair, making me want to explode and just die. Phil starts to lean his face towards mine. Our eyes make contact and I instantly just know. I know everything I’ve ever questioned about Phil. The answer is right in front of me. No matter what, I know now and nothing will stop me. 

“I know now.” I tell him. This obviously confuses him. 

“Know what Jedi?” He asks.

“How I feel about you little guinea pig.” Is the last thing I say before bringing my lips to his. We kiss for a while, until I can’t breathe. This kiss doesn’t feel as fantastic as the first one, but it still has an amazing electric firework feeling to it. Though I know it’s such a cheesy statement. 

“Thank you master Jedi for clearing it up.” Phil says with a goofy smile. I smile and stick my tongue out. Before he can leave, he kisses me again and then exits with a, “get some sleep!” 

He is right. Drowsiness is taking me. My eyes feel heavy and I realize by the time I wake up, I will be allowed to leave the hospital and go back to London. Go back to being with Phil. Go back to ignoring my horrible father. Go back to my life. In a way, I feel like this car crash has helped, in a way I’ll never understand.