Ordinary {An O2l Fanfiction}

Chapter Seven

Recap (Don't have to read, just a refresher):

Marisa freaked out after she pulled away from the kiss between her and Trevor, causing her to run away from the hotel. Trevor got Ricky and  Kian with him so they could go together to search for her. Ricky freaked out and started to pace back and forth frantically and Kian walked to him, slapping him across the face, dragging him to where Trevor had been standing. They went into the elevator where Ricky freaks out more about Trevor moving the shaft. He almost slaps Trevor, but Kian stops it from happening. When they tried to search for Marisa, they came across a strange alleyway that they had to go through in order to find her, since that's the direction she had gone. Marisa was being held by a man wearing all black and Ricky told Kian to call the cops after he let her go. Ricky chased the man until the cops came and after he stopped running he blacked out.

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{Ricky's POV}

I woke up in an unfamiliar place that had a horrid smell. I recognized it almost immediately- I was in the hospital. It was completely silent in the room except for the regular beeping of the machines.

I moved my hand towards whoever was next to me, causing him or her to jerk their head up. I cleared my vision and looked to them. I smiled as I realized it was Kian.

"He's awake." He said to the doctor.

"Good, good." He said, walking to the side of my hospital bed.

"Mr. Dillon," He started, me looking to him. "We will need you to keep in bed for two more hours, just so we can run some tests as to why you blacked out so suddenly after running. I will let your friends come in to keep you company while I work in the back." He finished, looking at his clipboard as he spoke.

"Thank you sir." I mumbled.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I wouldn't talk too much right now. It may make you tired. We want to be on the safe side, since you just recently blacked out." He opened the door, letting Trevor and the other O2l boys in the room. I guess I must have zoned out because I looked back to the door and I saw Rebekah there too. I smiled and she walked over to sit in a chair, waiting to talk to me. The other fans had been told to stay outside of the room, since they wouldn't fit in the tight room.

"How are you feeling Ricky?" Jc asked after I looked away from the door. 

I pulled my hands out from under the rough blanket and held up my right thumb, telling him I was good. "Why didn't you just tell me you that? You can talk right?" He panicked. I chuckled silently and pointed to my throat, making a move as if I were to slice my neck. (A/N: I know, I know, bad way to word that. But you get the point, right?)

"Oh, I gotcha. Doc said you can't talk." He said, pointing as he sat in an uncomfortable chair. Okay, I haven't sat in one before but I know it was uncomfortable because he made a face of disgust.

I tried to tell someone I needed my phone but I couldn't seem to get them to notice. I smacked Kian and pretended to hold an air phone, fake texting.

"You want to text?" He asked me. I nodded. He grabbed my phone and tossed it to me but I missed. I slid halfway off the bed trying to grab it before it hit the ground. I didn't have a case on it and I was scared it would crack. I tried to grab the other side of the bed to keep me up but I missed and fell to the ground in a pile of blankets.

Kian tried to hold in a laugh, failing, and Rebekah gasped, running to me. She helped me get back up onto my bed, handing me my phone that had unfortunately been on the ground. I glared at Kian, who was still finding the whole thing hilarious.