Amnesia // lashton

0.2 - rυмoυrѕ

didn't meet goal, but i'll be nice and update, cause I love this story. :)

0.2 » aѕнтon - rυмoυrѕ

I woke up, rubbing my eyes, trying to figure out where the fuck I am. When my vision finally adjusts, I figure out, I'm in the hospital. It hits me like a bus, not physically. I sprained my ankle, thought I saw it pointing in the other direction, since I hit my head pretty hard and cut my foot with glass. I manged to do that within seconds. Personal best I'd say.

The sound of the door opening is heard, I turn and see Dr Harris. She smiles, checking the clipboard at the end of the hospital bed. "How are you feeling Ashton," she asks, still looking at her clipboard.

"Fine. My head hurts a bit, but other than that I'm fine," she nods her head and writes a few things down. "Am I allowed to leave now?"

She nods her head. "I'll have a nurse check you out, we, um, did some blood check Ashton," my eyes widen. 

"If it's about what I think it is, than I already know," I tell her. 

She swipes her tongue over her chapped lips. "Um, I don't know if you want treatment for that. I mean there's no damage yet, but we can have you start treatment and see what type it is," I think about it. I don't have a lot of money, but I don't want to go away at such a young age. Maybe I should ask my mum first? No, she doesn't know about this. No one does. I look back up at her and nod my head. 

"Yeah, we can do treatment. I mean it's still early, so it hasn't spread right?"

"Well we'd have to see, but you do seem like your at the first stage and we're glad we could find it, before it was too late," she says. She rubs her temple. "I'll have an appointment set up. Um, when would you like to do first treatment?"

"I, uh, whenever works best," I say. She nods her head. 

"I think next week on Tuesday, is that alright?" I nod my head. "Okay, then I'll nurse, check you out and bring you some pain killers and then your set to go--"

We hear someone groan. "Be quiet please, it's too early," Luke's voice is hoarse and I gulp. I really hope he didn't hear anything. The last thing I would want him to know is that. 

"Sweetie, it's only six-fifty. You should be up for school," she tells him. He groans and buries his face in the couch. "I'll see you Tuesday Ashton."

Dr Harris leaves the room and Luke finally decides to walk up. "What does she mean she'll see you Tuesday?" I shrug my shoulders. I look my clothes and see that I'm in the same ones as yesterday. "Um, I may have a shirt you could borrow. I could go get it and then maybe we can get some breakfast."

I nod my head and Luke stands up. Luke runs his hand through his hair. "Jesus, my hair must look like shit,"

"Yeah, looks like sex hair," I say, trying not to laugh. Luke turns around and looks at me. "Comb your hair back and then wear a beanie over it. You'll have a whole bunch of girls over you in no time."

Luke chuckles and leaves to go get me a shirt. Five minutes later a nurse comes in and I still don't know why I have needles in my arms. She grabs a cotton and puts it over the needle. She slides the needle out, leaving the cotton there and then wrapping it. I thank her and she nods her head. She hands me a slip. "From Dr Harris," I nod my head and she leaves the room just as Luke is entering. Luke looks back. 

"Stop checking her arse out," I roll my eyes. He throws me a white shirt. I sit on the edge of the bed and take off my gray shirt. Luke looks over at me, but I concentrate on putting the shirt borrow me on. I slip it over my hand then onto my torso. I look at the slip the nurse gave me. It's just a reminder for me to go get x-rays. I get off the bed. Bad idea. "Fuck."