My Stranded Sanity: A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Chapter 3

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I woke up. I didn't feel like I was awake, but I most certainly woke up. I regained consciousness, for sure. I was too weary to peel apart my eyelids, and my naked eyelashes laced together in a tight hug, forming an adhesive to prevent my eyes seeing for the first time. I felt something internal buzzing with a pain near the back of my head and something began forming in the back of my throat. My chest vibrated as a groan left my dry lips and took a strong exhale through my nose. I'm awake now.

I try prying my arms away from the fold they're in and use them to rub my eyes into the awareness of the day, but sticky, round plastic disks attached to strings sucked to my arms and my face. The faint beep I've been hearing every day measures my heart rate, and I can hear it increasing and increasing and increasing every time I try to move. The same lump gathered in my throat as before, but this time it came out as a whine. I want to be free.

The pain in my head never subsided, and my eyelids felt like six dozen cinder blocks were on my thin lashes. I miss my boy. Who is that boy? I never learned even his name. The thought of him made something inside me swell like a bee sting. I spread my fingers out as much as I can and curled them into a fist, my nails digging into my skin. I felt my toes curl and my calf and thighs tighten and relax. A wave of heat sent a shock to me and stopped just under my eyes, and my cheeks felt like they were on fire. It felt weird moving again.

The door clicked open and two pairs of feet stomped in. One was heavier than the other. I was hoping that the heavier one was the boy, or possibly a doctor to unhook me. I relaxed my muscles.

"She should be awake by now, Mr. Horan. She's probably sleeping," said a nurse, her name was Cari, I remembered that from the doctors calling her in today, "Be careful not to wake her up."

"Alright. Thank you, love. See you later, Cari!" the boy spoke sweetly and smoothly. I felt a pang of jealously, I don't know why. We don't really have any type of relationship.

"Bye Niall." she giggled. Her voice was high and nice. I grind my teeth. I didn't like Cari anymore. I tense up in my chest and fist my hands. The click of the door tells me Cari left. Good, I don't like her talking to my boy anyways. Niall. His name is Niall Horan.

A wretched screech drags across the floor, and then a clung of metal sits near my bed. He sits down in the chair and I can feel his knees skim the bedside. He reaches for my hand and blankets my hand with his.

"Are you awake?" he asks me. I can make noise now. I can tell him I'm awake. I groan, and open my mouth and sigh. His hand jerks away in fear. I can feel his eyes staring at mine. I move my legs and cross them.

"Alright. I'll be right back, okay? Uh.. okay." He frantically gets up and the chair flies backwards. He walks speedily out of the room and closes the door slowly and quietly behind me. Where is he going?

5 minutes later, multiple feet come exploding in my room. Hands start touching my hands and arms and face and neck. Everyone relaxes suddenly. My heart rate relaxes.

Everyone's silent. I still hear my beeping and I still haven't opened my eyes. I can't, I don't feel ready. They hurt, almost. It hurts to try and open them. I hear squiggles on hard paper and small phrases that don't know what they mean. They're big words, scientific. They must be recording something.

"The medication wore off. She's awake. She should be able to leave in a few days," she picks the suction cups off my arms and face and she reaches down my hospital gown puts a stethoscope all over my chest and stomach and wrists. It's cold against my bare skin. I hope he didn't see my breasts. A chilly, damp, rough cloth presses against my forehead and cheeks. I groan from the unexpected cold, and the nurse flinches a little.

I hear a rough yanking and the beeping from my heart rate machine dies down. I move my arms to underneath my pillow and stretch my legs. I still have a killer headache. I feel a cold needle injected into my forearm. I grown loudly and try jerking my arm away and screw my eyes shut.

"Gah!" I yelp in pain. A sticky strip covers the place where the needle left my skin. I rub my face with my

available hand.

I open my eyes.