Falling

Chapter Eighteen

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

(LOUIS POV)

When I woke up, I felt like someone had hit me on the head with a hammer and run me over with a car simultaneously, because I felt like absolute shit.

Even opening my eyes felt like the hardest thing in the world, like my eyelids were glued shut. The first thing I remember was hearing Niall shouting really loudly and then I opened my eyes to a room that was too bright, and too white. And suddenly, it was like there was a party in my room, because lots of people came in and I couldn’t see Niall anymore. I was having lights shined in my eyes and people were poking and prodding at me. You could say it was an assault on all my senses.

I also found myself hooked up to quite a few machines and wires and tubes and later I found out that I had in fact got run down by a car. Funny, though, because I couldn’t remember getting hit. I thought I should remember, since it must have been quite scary and painful on my part, but no, nothing. I did ache and hurt all over, from some broken ribs and bones and I can’t remember what else the doctor said.

Oh, yes, and he said I had been in a coma for about a week or so. I felt so tired, I almost didn’t believe him.

After the doctor and all the nurses left, someone else walked in. It should have been Niall, logically, but it wasn’t. I don’t know why he let this stranger in my room, but I had the feeling that I’d seen him somewhere before. He looked awfully familiar. Maybe he was a television personality or something.

But he came and sat next to me and held my hand. “You’re finally awake… I missed you so much… Niall’s back. But he’s in the cafeteria eating,” he said.

Well, I had been glad to know Niall was here, although what I was most concerned about was the fact that he was holding my hand and telling me how much he missed me, when I didn’t even know who he was.

So that’s what I asked him. I asked him who he was and he just looked at me. His face fell, and then he thought I was joking with him. Seriously? I was too tired to even speak, let alone joke. I wanted to fall straight back to sleep, and I would have, had he not walked in.

And then he started to scare me. “I’m Harry, your boyfriend... Come on Louis, stop playing me! Please tell me you’re kidding. You couldn’t have forgotten me…”

I thought he was going a little bit crazy because he claimed he was my boyfriend, so I threatened to push the button to call for the nurses. I don’t know him at all, and how could I have forgotten him? Was he saying I’d lost my memory? That wasn’t possible because I remembered everything.