Megans POV
I never really knew how boring hospitals were until now, every second I'm in here it feels like an hour the way it drags on. I've been here for about a week and I've been stuck in this bed with absolutely no answers to what's going on. I can't help but think about all this time I could be dancing, I mean ill probably be able to dance again when I get out of this hell,they haven't said otherwise. My mind wanders off,thinking about my parents,they still haven't visited , its all probably just to prove a point,okay I get it ,they don't agree with my career choice but not visiting your daughter in hospital,am I the only one who finds like awful?. To make matters worse everytime I could to move my body is filled with this pain that I simply cannot explain,all I know is,no painkillers can take that away.
I snap my head towards the door as it opens and the familiar figure walks in, my minds going crazy, what the hell is he even doing here, I don't want to speak to him..wait yes I do but I don't , my minds so confused I don't know what I want. I cross my arms and look straight at him ,not amused by the smile on his face . "What are you doing here?" I ask,my eyes watching as he takes a seat next to my bed . "Oh that's how you greet your visitors?" He replies pushing a hand through his hair. "I wouldent know,your the first". I say, suddenly realising I've been here a week and not one person has even bothered to come see if I'm okay or even alive. "Aren't I lucky" he speaks , "seriously what are you doing here,don't you have better things to do,you don't even know me" I spat out,not really meaning it but these tablets had some weird effect on me.
"Jesus ,being here has sure made you mean" he replies,looking straight at me,making sure to keep eye contact. "Well then more the reason for you to leave" I say quietly,practically mumbling my words . "I'm just trying to help" his words getting slower and quieter. "I dident ask for it,I'm just fine"
