Beneath The Bruises (A Hayes Grier Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

The faint beeping of hospital machinery slowly beckons me into consciousness. I don't feel like opening my eyes, it's rather peaceful seeing infinite blackness. It's much better than reality.

The memories of the crash ease themselves into my mind - making me shudder. My dear Anastasia... I remember her cold body laying on the singed leather seat, as the fire around us devours any hope of escape. That was before I was saved. I remember the mysterious boy lifting my weak body into his strong, safe arms. That was the first time I had felt safe in a long, long time. I remember his shining blue eyes. They were so beautiful, just thinking about them puts me in a trance. I would do anything to see them again.

I concluded that if I had died in his arms whilst looking into his eyes, I really wouldn't have minded.

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I must have dozed off, because voices of people in mid-conversation slowly became clearer and clearer in my mind. They must be doctors judging by what they're speaking about.

"She lost over 60% of her blood. She won't be waking up for at least a couple days," a woman's voice says matter-of-factly.
"I understand that, but we can't just start the surgery. There's still a slight chance of her gaining consciousness," a male doctor replies with annoyance lurking in his voice.
"I'm not going to waste any Propofol on someone who doesn't need it!" The female doctor snaps.
"Fine," the man says slowly. "If she wakes up halfway through the surgery, I'm blaming you."

I hear shuffling feet and the clink of surgical instruments as they tap against each other. I feel something rub in repetitive circles over my knee, and then an extremely sharp object slices deeply through the skin on my knee. My eyes snap open and my torso jerks up as a shriek escapes my lips. The woman doctor's mouth drops open in shock, and then her face goes red with embarrassment. The male doctor rolls his eyes at her and grabs the Propofol mask that will go over my mouth and put me to sleep, so they can perform the surgery.

I feel panic in the pit of my stomach as he moves towards me with the mask. I quickly try to take in my surroundings. I lay in a white hospital bed with baby blue blankets under my broken body. My legs stick out in awkward angles, lumps of bones protruding around my knee. They have to be broken, although I don't feel any pain. There is a window to my right that looks out into the city, which shines with artificial light that brightens up the night sky. The man is inches away from my face with the mask now. Lastly, I look to the left of the room. I see someone leaning their shoulder against the yellow wall, one ankle crossed over the other.

The boy has gorgeous blue eyes, and he's looking right at me.

He smirks, and then the mask goes over my O-shaped mouth. My eyes droop shut involuntarily. The dingy hospital room fades away, and the drugs pull me into a deep slumber.

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After what felt like a couple minutes, I am capable of opening my eyes once again. I'm blinded for a couple seconds by the fluorescent light above me, but my eyes adjust and the room comes into focus. It is empty, and the machine next to my head beeps quietly at regular intervals.

I look down to my legs, and they are covered by the baby blue blanket that was once underneath me. My feet stick out at the end, and I wiggle my toes.

I glance out the window. I must have been out for longer than I thought, because the morning sun shines happily over the city. I sweep my legs over the edge of the bed to get up, but something tugs at my arm. I turn towards my arm and a tube is embedded in the crook of my elbow. I yank it out quickly, wincing at the slight pain.

I rise to my feet, noting that my legs feel tight and stiff, but I can still walk. I walk over to the machines and observe them. The one that monitors my heart rate makes one continuous beep, meaning that I was unplugged from the machine. I turn around and walk over to the yellowing wall where the blue-eyed mystery boy had once stood, lightly tracing my fingers over the peeling wallpaper. I can't stop thinking about him.