This Love 2

chapter 23

Cleo's P.O.V

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I hate being poked and prodded with needles. They've been doing it to me all day and here goes another round of it. I don't even know what it's for, but every time she does it she'll write something down on that brown clipboard and tell it to the other doctor standing at the end of my bed analyzing my sprang wrist while the blonde doctor touches my stitches and pinches to see if they're tight enough, but whenever they say it isn't I groan in annoyance.

"They're fine! They hurt!" I swat they're hands away, but the other doctor pins one of my hands down so that he's able to check my collarbone stitches and I hit the male doctor because he's pulling at my skin again.

"The left side will need new ones. Whoever did this one is getting fired, the other stitches on her need more and her ribs might need more, hold on,"  He puts on his glasses and comes closer to my side. He's the blonde-haired nurse's boss, she didn't do my stitches though.

"Don't touch me! You already put the damn things in! Leave them alone!" I swat my hand around with the cast trying to aim at him.

"Can I have a two more nurses in here and I need the stitching products." He rolls around on his stool and grabs the items.

"Do you want the same colors as the other stitches?" He asks holding up the colored string.

"I want you to leave me the hell alone." I smile sarcastically and pull up the sheets, covering my torso.

"This won't take more than an hour if you cooperate sweetheart." He does sound nice and calm, but I don't want anymore doctors having to hurt me again.

"Get away from me!" My sheets are moved back down and my gown is being raised up, I don't want to be exposed and being soewn up. The two nurses that were told to come in take off my gown and hold me down because I keep squirming around.

"Honey, please be still." The nurses are nice but I don't want any of them touching me. The blonde nurse holds my legs down and the man begins to start, but he doesn't get two stitches in from me starting to cry and move.

"You unraveled the right stitches on your ribs. I only had to do the left one but now I have to do both. This is what happens whenever you don't listen." The doctor scolds me as I begin to sob.

I skipped crying, I went straight to sobbing loud and hard. This is a living hell to me. I asked if I could be put to sleep as they do this, but he said no.

"Would you like Mr. Horan in here? That's his name right?" The blonde nurse asks and I blurt yes without even having a chance to think about it.

"He isn't out here." She says as she comes back in. That dick.

I throw my head back on the pillow and continue my miserable cries that rack through my body. I didn't want him to leave, I just was offended and angry.

The first stitch that he starts on the skin on my ribs hurts like hell, thankfully it isn't the side with my tattoo.

"Stop, stop, stop." I strain. I'm in an unexplainable amount of pain and I can feel every small, yet painful tug of the string. I look at my skin that is slightly bleeding with string and that only made me cry even more.

"Is this your visitor?" A nurse opens the door and I see my boyfriend drinking a soda. I nod and he almost knocks the lady over from shoving the door open so forcefully.

"She wanted you a while ago, but I couldn't find you." The nurse says. As Niall walks over he brings the sheets up to my belly button to cover my cut hips.