All About The Girl || rsl & r5

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Madison POV

To say I was shocked to wake up in a hospital bed would be an understatement. My mind was in a slight daze, and I could feel my heart beating out of control as I took in my surroundings. I remembered my mom and dad trying to calm me down, reassuring me that everything was going to be okay. I was in too much shock to even realize they had flown back here to see me.

When I managed to calm down in the slightest, I examined my surroundings, taking in the white walls and various machines I was hooked up to. Seeing as how I had never been in the hospital before, I was quite frightened and nervous. I didn't know what my injuries were, besides my broken leg, and it was only because the cast gave that injury away.

But I couldn't even remember what happened and how I ended up in the hospital. That alone was scary.

"You were in a car accident," my mom informed me when I finally voiced the question. She smoothed back my hair, giving me a watery smile to show her relief. "A drunk driver swerved into your lane and hit you head on. But your gonna be fine, sweetheart."

My doctor had walked in not a moment later, explaining my other injuries that included a punctured lung they repaired, a couple of broken ribs, and a concussion. I was told that I would be staying in the hospital for a week to recover, something I was no happy about. The thought of being alone at night was terrifying and something I wasn't used to.

I swallowed, my throat dry and irritated. Noticing this, my mom filled a cup with ice-cold water and helped me take a long sip, placing the straw in my mouth. Relief ensued almost instantly. "Thank you," I murmured, my eyes fluttering closed. Despite just waking up, I was exhausted, barely able to keep my eyes open.

"Go to sleep, baby." My mom said, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. "We're not going anywhere."

I nodded, allowing my eyes to completely flutter shut as the blanket around my body was tightened. I felt another kiss on my forehead- my dad- before I was fast asleep.

I woke up a few hours later, feeling a bit more energized. Despite the painkillers I was given, I still felt achy and sore. I could feel the bandages wrapped around my chest, the stitches beneath the white cotton that would turn into a scar and be a reminder for the rest of my life as to what happened. I still couldn't believe that I had been in an accident that resulted in surgery. My chest was sliced open, hands inserted to repair the damage that was caused.

Just thinking about it gave me chills.

Though I couldn't remember the accident itself, I still remembered what had occurred just days before. I could still feel his lips on mine, his teeth gently biting on my lower lip as his hands gripped my waist. I could still remember the way my heart pounded in my chest as butterflies erupted in my stomach.

And I could still remember the way he stormed out, leaving me alone.

I turned my head as soft knocks sounded at the door, the center of my thoughts entering the room. He gave me a small smile, exhaustion written on his face. Deep, purple hues were beneath his eyes, indicating that he hadn't slept in quite awhile.

"Hey, Mads." He took hesitant steps towards my bed, settling himself down on the chair beside me.

I gave him a weak smile. "Hey,"

He let out a breath, reaching forward to grab my hand. His thumb rubbed my knuckles soothingly. "I've never been so scared in my life," he admitted, his voice trembling. "When I got the call that you were in an accident, my heart stopped. All I could think about was how I was such an ass to you, how I avoided you for no good reason. And if you died," he shook his head, lowering it so he wouldn't look me in the eye. "I'm so sorry, Maddie. I never should've avoided you. You're in here because of me. It's my fault you could've died."