Love You ; Ethan Dolan [#1]

2.- Hospital

The first thing I saw was a flash of white light. Slowly everything that was black was slowly turning white, and I could see everything moving around. Blurry things became clearer.

I was staring at a moving fan on the ceiling, and the smell was iodoform. I couldn't remember a damn thing that had happened, or where I was... but something told me I was in a hospital.

I moved my shoulder slightly, feeling a sharp muscle pain running down my arm. I hauled myself into a sitting position, and every muscle was hurting. Especially my stomach, the pain was sharp.

I groaned.

I opened my eyes again and saw that I was hooked up to machines. I coughed loudly, which also made my stomach hurt like hell. But at least it brought the nurses attention.

"You're awake." She examined me. "We didn't expect you to recover this quickly."

I couldn't tell you exactly what happened, all I remembered was that I was pushed in the entrance of the airport. And, that the guy who sat down next to me was able to help me.

Ugh, I must've looked like a mess. I couldn't step out out of my own house without creating chaos or doing something wrong.

"What... happened?" I asked, holding my head with my left hand. It felt like my head was gonna explode.

"You were robbed and someone stabbed you." The nurse explained. "Your friend called an ambulance, and well... here you are."

Friend...

"I came here alone." I said.

"According to the kid in the hallway, he's your friend." She touched my head. "You have a fever, you might not remember things correctly."

The nurse put down a phone on the table. It was a pink iPhone 7, but the screen was cracked. It was mine, the robber must've tripped when they found him.

"They found one of the guys." she said. "There were two involved. Luckily the man they caught had yours."

I kept thinking about the boy she was talking about, my 'friend'.

"C-Can my friend come in?" I asked.

A few minutes after I saw someone walk in the room, and as soon as I saw the purple streak in his hair I knew who he was. He was the guy who called the police, the boy who sat down next to me on the airplane.

"H-Hi." He said.

I probably looked like a mess, which made me nervous.

"Hey..." My voice was hoarse. "Who are you?"

The boy sat down in a chair next to me. I realized that he had a small scar on his thumb when I looked down.

"I'm Ethan..." he said. "Dolan. I was the guy who sat down next to you in the airplane."

"Why are you here, Ethan?" I asked.

"I was worried, I saw what happened." He explained. "I told you to not take out your phone in the airport. It's full of horrible people, they always try to steal things. Especially when it's in your hand. Trust me, I was robbed multiple times."

I held my head with my hands. How long had I been here? Did my mother know what happened? They did steal my phone after all.

"What day is it?" I asked. "Do my parents know?"

Ethan shrugged.

"I think so. They found your ID in your bag. They didn't steal that." He looked at his phone. "Also, three days have passed."

I smiled sadly.

"Thanks, Ethan." I said. "For calling the cops."

It was then that I realized I had successfully talked to someone without having a dialogue in my head first. It took 18 years, but I finally did it. And I wasn't looking like a complete fool while doing so.

"Have you been coming here for three days?" I chuckled, but then I realized I might be sounding rude. "NotThatItsABadThing, I-I just... I don't know why you'd be willing to do that."

"I was worried." He said. "You were traveling alone, and someone needed to be by your side, right?"

I sighed.

"Yeah, b-but... You probably have better things to do?" I said. "I'm probably gonna be alright."

"Look, um..."

"Emma..."

"Emma... I saw that you were alone, and you seemed shy. You're also pretty young, and... I don't know... you're probably new to Los Ángeles I guess."

I nodded.

"Well... Now you have a friend." Ethan then chuckled. "Well... Two friends."

[...]

I spent one more day in the hospital before leaving. Ethan came back the next day and presented me to his twin brother, the guy I saw buying stuff in the airport. His name was Grayson, which was a name I always liked for some reason. I could always joke about the color.

My stomach was feeling a bit better, I had a bunch of stitches and they hurt like hell. But the nurses explained that with a few creams and pills it would slowly cure itself. I was excited to finally go to my apartment and just... chill I guess.

I had an excuse to not go outside, so if my mother asked me anything I could just tell her casually that I had been stabbed and I couldn't move much. Well... I wouldn't tell her that exactly.

Grayson sang some songs that were on the radio, while Ethan was on his phone. I held tightly my bags, and this whole situation was finally running through my head.

Some hot twins were taking me home, and they were worried about some nobody like me. They actually cared about me, they were visiting some girl they didn't know in a hospital. My heart started beating rapidly and I felt anxiety rising.

"What was the address?" Grayson asked.

I told him the address nervously, because anxiety and stress was building up inside of me again. I didn't want to be awkward, but I couldn't help but feel like I was going mess things up again.

Come on... You had a normal conversation before... Do you have to be sick in order to talk to people normally?

"We're here." Grayson announced.

"Thanks, Grayson." I said, breathing out. I didn't stutter, which was good.

"Do you need help getting upstairs?" Ethan asked.

There were a few stairs, and I had two suitcases. I could totally walk up the stairs without much pain, however the suitcases were the problem. Oh, if only L.A cared about the disabled citizens.

"I don't...know."

I didn't want to be more of an inconvenience, they had already done more than enough for me. Ethan saw the stairs already, so he immediately picked up the suitcases despite me not giving an answer.

"Can you walk?" Grayson asked.

"Yes."

I thanked Ethan again for helping me with my bags, and I waved goodbye from the elevator. I sighed as he walked away and I kept going up to the 9th floor. Who could've imagine what would happen? If only I had just followed his advice...

After unlocking the door to my apartment, I set down all the bags in the kitchen. I had no food, and I wasn't even hungry anyways, so I just sat down on the couch. I wasn't in the mood to do much, and I couldn't look at the rooms.

All I wanted to do was relax.

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