Torn (harry styles)

37- Just In Time

When I opened my eyes I could hear a beeping sound.

A constant, annoying robotic beep.

It's not my alarm, it's not my phone.

I open my eyes slowly, light penetrating my eye sockets and giving me a headache. I groan and rub my eyes.

Attached to my hand is a tube, I jolt upwards and a saw tugging sensation forms where the ache was.

I look around the room, it's a plain white room. A painting is on the wall of a vase of daffodils. The bed I'm in is white with metal railings around the edge. Next to me is a drip machine, attached to my arm. I look down and sure enough I am wearing a gown.

I'm in hospital.

I panic for a second, trying to remember what happened last night.
My stomach.

I look down my hospital robe, to confirm my thoughts- a white bandage is covering the right side of my lower stomach.

I watch the door, frantic doctors and patient visitors darting back and forth. Hospital life looks stressful.

Then, a white robed doctor walking past my room glances in and sees me sitting up in bed. He stops in his tracks and smiles, walking into my room.

"Skye Morris?" He asks me, pulling out a clipboard from the bottom of my bed.
I nod my head.

He glances down at the clipboard, analysing the words.

"Ah, how are the pain killers working for you?" He asks me,
"I don't remember having any." I think out loud. He nods, smiling knowingly.
"Of course not, you were under a lot of medication and the anaesthetic hadn't worn off. But you did have some, about 6 hours ago. Do you want some more?" He asks me. 6 hours? How long have I been here?

"Um," I ponder, feeling the sore ache in my abdomen. "Yes please." I say.

He unlocks and reaches into a cabinet in my room, pulling out a box of painkillers, pulling one out and handing it to me.
I take a glass of water off the bedside table and swallow the tablet.

"I heard your surgery went smoothly. Luckily you got here just in time- your appendix was about to rupture so we took it out just in time." The doctor explains.

I nod along, luckily I did get here in time.

"Who brought me here?" I ask, the last thing I can remember is hugging...Harry.

"Umm it was a boy about your age, possibly a boyfriend? I don't know. He had curly brown hair, and dimples."

I feel my cheeks heating. "Oh."

Harry brought me here, Harry.

"How long have I been here?"

The doctor adjusts his glasses.
"You came in late last night, about 12:30 I believe. We operated almost straight away. So you have been here over night and most of the day. You will be discharged today if you are feeling strong enough." Doc tells me.

I thank him weakly.

"Your not aloud to operate machinery, drive, or sign any legal documents for the next 24 hours or so until the anaesthetic has fully worn off. And avoid any physical activity for the next seven to ten days." He explains.

I nod.

"If you experience any increasing pain, pain that can't be dimmed by painkillers, a rising temperature or any sort of discharge coming out of the wound you should contact your doctor. These are signs of infection."