Kidnapped

Sweet, sweet, hospitals

The wood broke. I saw Marisa running over to Liam, hugging him, kissing him, dimly. But most of my attention was on Harry.
    He was staring at me. Just staring, a look of shock on his face. I didn’t move to hug him, or kiss him, or anything. I stared at him too. His hair was messy and he was in black jeans and a grey T-shirt. He looked like he’d recently been cleaned up.
    I watched as Marisa and Liam pulled apart and she ran over to hug me, but her body feel limp when she spotted me and she almost fell onto the floor.
    “Marisa,” I said.
    “What did they do to you?” She gasped, tears streaming down her face.
    I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Liam came over and stood in between me and Marisa. “We got into a fight last night, and one of the guys had a whip.”
    “Why does Kayla look so much worse than you?” Marisa cried. I realized Harry still hadn’t said anything.
    Liam and I exchanged a look. Now wasn’t really the time to tell them about what had happened with Devin. Liam said, “Devin hates Kayla more than me, I guess. And she started the fight, kinda.”
    “Who’s Devin?” Marisa asked.
    “Did you see a blonde boy when you came in? Bandages? Grey eyes?” Liam asked. I realized I hadn’t said anything in a while. I also noticed I felt kind of dizzy.
    “That boy?” Harry suddenly spoke, “He did this to you!”
    Liam moved over to him and put an arm on his shoulder. “Dude, now’s not the-”
    Harry lurched away. “I-I’m going to..”
    “No you’re not.” Liam said.
    Yep, this was definitely not the time to tell them about last night.
    But Harry was already running out the door, and Liam followed him. I walked, unable to run, with a little help from Marisa, who looked ready to throw up but also strangely calm.
    When we got there, Harry, Liam, two cops, and Devin were yelling at each other in a circle. “I want him...I want him arrested!” Harry screamed. “No, he deserves worse than that. I’m going to-” 
    “He will be soon,” the officer said, trying to calm Harry and failing.   
    They only stopped yelling when they spotted me and Marisa. “Look what they did to her!” Harry said. He was shaking, his fist clenched at his sides, his face bright red, eyes set on Devin.
    The officer’s eyes widened. One whispered something to the other one. Devin made eye contact with me, and a knowing grin spread across his face.
    “Oh, I did a whole lot more to her than just whip her.”
    Harry pounced on him, but one of the cops held him back. “What else did you do?” Harry demanded, and this time there was as much confusion as anger in his voice.
    Marisa was looking at me, confused. I ran over to Devin, and nobody, surprisingly, tried to stop me. They probably figured it wasn’t like I could hurt him anyway. “Why are you doing this? Why do you want him to know?”
    Was the world spinning slightly?
    “You ain’t gonna tell him? Afraid he’ll get himself killed trying to kill me?”
    “Stop!” I screamed. I wanted to tell Harry, on my own time, I didn’t want Devin doing it.
    One of the cops said, “They need medical attention. Now.”
    “All those things I tried to do, all the things that I did...”
    “What did he do!” Harry yelled at nobody.
    But one of the cops had flung me over his shoulder, and Liam was already half way out the door with Marisa. The other cop grabbed Harry and pushed him out. But over my shoulder, I couldn’t help but say, “Who’s in hell now, Devin?”   
    In the car, Marisa had to sit practically on Liam so there was enough room. I sat next to Harry, but neither of us said anything. We weren’t sure what to say.
    The sirens were on. The cops drove so fast that I was flung backwards several times, but soon we were at a hospital, and the world was already slightly fading away. I vaguely saw Liam being lowered onto a gurney next to me, heard Harry’s panicked voice screaming at a doctor, saw a bright light, watched as Marisa sat in a corner, surprisingly not crying, just sitting there staring at the wall, and felt doctor’s hands on me.
    Then the word went away, which was a relief. No more yelling. No more fighting. And best of all, no more pain.



    “You have to eat something.”
    I shook my head. Hospital food disgusted me. Hospitals’ disgusted me. And too much had happened in the past hour for me to think about anything else.
    Liam and I were sitting on a small couch in a small room. I stared forward at the empty bed, waiting for a nurse to come in and tell us this whole thing is a dream and we can now wake up. But it never happened. The doctor’s had taken Kayla away immediately, the last glimpse of her I had seen was a shocked face.
    I didn’t even dare to look at Harry. I heard his footsteps pacing back and forth really fast, and a chocked sob every few minutes. We didn’t know what to say, so we didn’t say anything. Until Liam spoke.
    “Guys, it’s going to be okay,” He said.
    “How can you even say that?!” Harry’s voice murmured. It wasn’t even like his- squeaky, barely being able to get the words out. My heart felt like it was going to explode.
    “I’m just trying to-” Liam said, but he was cut short.
    I saw Harry storm forward and get nose to nose with his brother. I didn’t know what to do- me getting in the middle of them wouldn’t help.
    “Harry, stop.” Liam’s voice was strong and he said each word slowly.
    Harry stared into his eyes for a few more seconds before sitting down on the bed. His eyes were filled with tears, and I turned to Liam and saw his were too.
    No one said anything else. I fell asleep on Liam’s shoulder.
    When I woke up, Liam was still sitting next to me, breathing heavily with his eyes closed. Harry was awake, and by the way he looked I knew he hadn’t slept at all.
    “Did anyone come in last night?” I whispered to him. I knew I should’ve at least tried to say something encouraging, but there was nothing that could make him, Liam, or me feel any better. Besides seeing Kayla alive.
    “No,” Harry spat. I was taken back, and he softened his look a little. “I’m sorry, it’s just-”
    “Don’t apologize,” I said, looking down.
    Finally, a nurse walked in the room. Liam- who was now awake- Harry, and I lunged forward and the nurse stepped back.
    “Where is she?” I said. “Is she breathing?”
    “Yes,” The nurse said.
    We all let out the biggest breath on the entire planet and slumped back into our seats. But I knew this wasn’t like everything was better.
    “How is she?” I said. She could be alive but dying.
    “She’s...” The nurse looked down at her clipboard. “...Okay. She needed emergency surgery, and she’s lucky. If she had come any later she might have bled to death.”
    My whole body started to tremble and I felt like puking.
    “But...?” Liam said, waiting for more.
    “But she’s alive. She’s going to be asleep for about a day and she’ll need a lot of rest. We have to give her a lot of injections from the lost blood cells and she needs protein to recover. It might be a while before she’s back to complete health.”
    “Can we see her?” Harry said after a while.
    The nurse nodded and opened the door.
    I grabbed Liam’s hand so I didn’t faint and followed the nurse. We were all breathing really hard and I was both anxious and scared to see Kayla. I felt like she was going to look like Lydia did on teen wolf in the hospital, and that would probably give me nightmares for the rest of my life and beyond.
    We went in an elevator and entered the third floor.