I Need Your Love (Nathan Sykes fanfic)

Chapter 28- F*CK OFF

I wake up on a hard bed, and slowly open my eyes. They seem to be glued shut for days, because when I open them the completely white room and bright ceiling lights practically blind me. I try to move my arms, but stop once I feel how stiff and aching they are.

I look down to see an IV stuck in my left arm. There are multiple chords and wires hooked up to me, so I gently pull everything out. Probably not what I’m supposed to do, but if they didn’t want it to happen they shouldn’t have left me un-supervised.

I remove the layers of sheets and blankets, to realize that I’m wearing a hospital gown, and that I have a cast that covers from my right knee and down. There are also patches of gauze covering different areas of skin. I rub my face with my hands, and feel a line of stiches on my forehead.

A woman in a white coat comes in and pulls a chair over so she sits beside me. She grabs a clip board and pen before she speaks. “How are you feeling Ariana?” She asks.

“Um, f-fine. W-why would anything be w-wrong?” I stutter. She sets down the clipboard and just stares at me.

“Look, I am here to help you. And no matter what, we are going to get answers from you. Now, I’ll ask again. How are you feeling?” She says sternly.

“Why am I here?” I ask, ignoring her question once again.

“Well, the original reason was to get you looked at. But then you had an anxiety attack, resulting in the driver not paying attention and crashing into an abandoned building. Luckily, no one was severely injured, which is quite a miracle thinking of the deadliness of that crash. The only one we found to be injured other than a concussion and some scrapes happened to be you, but I have a feeling for reasons other than a crash.” She explains, and it all comes rushing back to me.

“Do you happen to know i-if I’m…” I trail off, starting to panic once again.

“Calm down Ariana, you’re safe here. Would you like me to tell you everything we discovered?” She says in a soothing voice, and I just slightly nod, my hands trailing to my side and digging into my skin. “You have been diagnosed with Post-traumatic Stress Disorder, more known as PTSD. It is started when an individual is faced with things such as sexual or physical assault, the unexpected death of a loved one, or a natural disaster. Now, may you explain this to me?”

“I-I, um, I.” Tears form in the back of my throat just thinking about it. “M-my m-mom died w-hen I was fifteen?” I’m not too sure as to why I asked her that.

“Anything else?” She continues to push. When I say nothing she tries again. “Ariana, we are going to have to send you to a therapist if you don’t speak now.”

“F-fine. My step dad, Mike, h-he has been abusing me s-since I was 11.” I choke out. “B-but we’ll t-talk about t-that after. J-just tell me what e-else you found o-out.”

“You have severe depression, which is no surprise, to us or to you I assume. Your right knee and below has a critical burn, but the only other burn we detected was on your arm. Which doesn’t make much sense either because-” I stop the nurse.

“Stop it. I don’t need you to ridicule or put me down and question me. Just tell me if I’m fucking pregnant or not!” I scream, getting worked up all of a sudden.

“Ariana, you are pregnant. Do you know who the father is?” At that moment I realize that it’s real, this is all real. I can’t hide it, I can’t fake it, it’s done. And I can’t go back.

I jump off the bed and run out of the building, forgetting that I’m broken and damaged, and that  there’s a possibility I’m going to faint. People stare; nurses, doctors, and patients. It doesn’t matter. My legs don’t stop until I reach the waiting room.

Just my luck Max and Tom are there. Finally, the fatigue and injuries get to me, the adrenaline diminishing, and I fall into Tom’s arms. “What’s going on?” He asks. I ignore, and continue to sob.

“Where’s my phone?” I suddenly say. They’re startled, but shrug in response. “What’s been going on since the crash? Do people know it’s my fault? Do they know about me? What are they saying about me?”  The words mumble and jumble into one, making more of a weird muffled sound then actual questions.

“Well it’s all over that Jay got into a crash, along with you. But they don’t know… Wait, how was it your fault?” Max begins to answer all of my questions. I remove myself from Tom’s arm andsit in one of the chairs.

“I didn’t mean to! They were taking me to the hospital! I didn’t want any doctors getting into my business! I just wanted to get a pregn-” I stop myself, realizing I just spilt that there’s at least a possibility I’m pregnant.

“Your…” Tom starts.

“Yea, I also have serious depression, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and two major burns; one on my leg and one on my fore arm. I don’t know what else is wrong because I ran out before the doctor lady could tell me. It was just too much,” I start to cry again. “How’s Jay and Jacob?” I ask.

“Jay’s pretty much fine,” Max mumbles.

“Is he dead? He’s dead, isn’t he? I saw it. There was suddenly a crash and they just kind of, snapped, forward and away from me. They wouldn’t answer me, no matter how much I tried. It started to get filled with smoke and I couldn’t breathe. I got out of the car, and it seemed like I was running until I collapsed and realised I was about an inch from the open door. My leg caught on fire, and I just remember sirens and then it all went black.” I shake as I’m explaining everything.

“Don’t worry, your little boyfriend is fine.” His voice is so familiar, but it doesn’t remind me of how I used to see him. Not as a cruel monstrous human, but as sweet, and mine. You never realize what you have until it’s gone.

I turn to see Nathan hand in hand with his bitch of a girlfriend. She’s giving me a dirty look, disgusted really, while he’s smirking at me, almost glaring. “What the fuck did ever do to you to make you treat me like dirt. You obviously are so insensitive that you can’t even realize what I’ve just been through. I was fucking kidnapped, and you did nothing but be just rude!” I turn to his whore, I mean girlfriend. “And you, I never even actually met you, but you think you can judge me! Sure, I may be crazy, but I’m crazy because of everything I’ve gone through. I’m sorry I’m not perfect, like you think you are.”

“Where are Jay and Jacob?” I ask no one in particular.

“Remember when I jumped in front of a car to save you? Remember when I let you just sit and cry in my arms? Well you never thanked me. I did so much to try and help you but I got nothing. You just hated me even more.” Nathan says instead of answering me.

“Thanks. Thanks for being the dick that completely crumpled and destroyed the last bit of my heart.” I can see that this truly hurt him, but I don’t care. Peonies throws a punch at me, and I take it because I don't have the strength to fight.

“Go ahead, it'll be no different than from when Mike does it.” I say, and a nurse comes up to us. She yells at Peonies for hitting an injured patient and then at me for not being in my room.

“FUCK OFF!” I scream at her and run out of the building. Why do people keep aggravating me?

So, there’s still going to be updates but they’re going to take a bit longer to upload. I still can’t believe I Need Your Love is almost finished. And yes, I’m still doing a sequel. Hope you enjoyed,

~Morgan <3