Chapter 24: I think my hair even hurts...
Everything hurts. My head, my stomach, my eye. I think my hair even hurts... No, that’s my scalp.
What in the hell happened?
I hear a beeping sound, and let out a groan. My head is already hurting, and the beeping is making it worst. I let out another groan, and I hear loud footsteps.
Yet another groan.
“You can’t be in here.” I hear someone say, and it’s obvious they’re trying to keep their voice low.
“Just let me see her.” Another voice replies and I know who it is.
Roman.
I let out another groan as I try to open my eyes, and then I feel someone’s hand in mine.
“Can you hear me, Ariel? Squeeze once if you can.” He tells me, and to the best of my power I give him a weak squeeze.
“Why didn’t we know that she woke up?” He asks and I’m not sure who he’s speaking to. I’m happy that someone I know is here though.
“We didn’t know.” A voice replies, “Now Sir, I’m going to need for you to move so that we can check her vitals.”
There’s silence in the room, and then Roman’s hand is out of mine. Where did he go? I can’t open my eyes to see him, and him being here is making me comfortable.
A loud fast beeping noise breaks through the room. The hand is placed back in mine. “Calm down Ariel, you’re going to be fine.” A hand brushing my forehead is the last thing I feel before I’m knocked back into unconsciousness.
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“What did they say?” A voice asks and I know its Tristian, but I can’t open my eyes to see him. Actually I can’t move anything on my body.
“They said they’re weaning her off of her sedatives, it’s up to her to come around.” That’s Roman talking now.
There’s silence, and then I hear footsteps. Someone’s pacing, and I fall back asleep to the rhythmic tapping of feet on the floor.
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My eyes are open, or at least one of them are. I’m alone. I’m hungry, and my throat is hurting. I try to get out of the bed to go get me something but my feet don’t support me, and I end up falling on my face. It’s then that when I’m looking at the ground, I realise I’m not at home. My floor at home isn’t covered in white tiles.
I look at my wrist to find a needle stuck in them.
I know where I am, I just don’t want to admit it to myself.
“Ariel,” the voice is a faint whisper. I weakly turn my head to look at the door, and I see Roman standing there in shock. He snaps out of it, and rushes to help me up. I groan in pain when he tries to help me stand up.
“I’m sorry.” He says and I’m not quite sure what he’s apologizing for. He gives up on trying to make me stand, and instead he picks me up, and places me back on the bed.
“Do you.. Do you know where you are, Ariel?” The look in his eyes confirm my suspicions.
I’m in a hospital.
I nod my head, and a sad look passes through his eyes. “I’m sorry.” He says again, and then he reaches over me and hits a button on my bed that I hadn’t noticed.
“How can I help you?” A voice asks.
Roman glances at me before speaking, “Patient in room 102 is up.”
Everything goes by in a rush. The doctors and nurses come in to check my vitals. They ask me questions, but my throat hurts too much to answer. Throughout it all, Roman stays in the room with his eyes trained on me. I have a feeling he isn’t going to leave me alone for a while. Which is perfectly fine with me.
Finally, all the doctors are gone. Roman is sitting in the chair next to me playing with my fingers.
“Can I come in?” We both look up at the door to find my father standing at the door. He’s dressed in a pair of jeans, and a T-shirt.
“Yea.” Roman says not letting go of my fingers, “She’s not up to talking though.”
“I don’t mind.” My dad says walking towards my bed side. His eyes land on my neck, and for some reason a look of pain passes through his face. “We’re going to catch them, whoever did this, don’t worry.”
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Q/N: Hey y'all, I know this is short but it's more of a filler, I guess. Yea, so my bloodwork came back positive for H. Pylori, which is why I've been so sick, and why I haven't felt up to updating.They're trying to treat it though.
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HumorA medical student. A psychiatrist drop out. A con-artist. A stripper. Oh, and lets not forget the newest addition, me.. A run away.