The Hooded Beauty

Forgetting That Night

Kady's POV:

A storyline goes through my head repeatedly of last nights events. I don't wake up. I don't move. I just stay in the same position. It's a replay of a movie I don't want to watch.
It feels like I'm living through it again but this time I'm on the sidelines watching in, watching myself. It feels like a dream, it doesn't feel real.
It stays like this for what's seems like hours.

I can hear beeping now.
Beeping from what sounds like machines.
I think I'm in hospital.
I don't remember what happened after I went outside. That's the part of the story where it becomes hazy and then starts the story again.

I try to wriggle my body and I can't feel if I have done it. I can't feel my surroundings. I try to grip.
Nothing.
Until, I begin to feel warmth in one hand more than I do in the other.

My eyes shoot open.
But the light, oh god. It's so bloody bright.
Before my eyes are even adjusted to the sudden light and colour changes, I'm looking down at my hand.
It's being held.

My eyes travel along the arm connected to the hand and up the body, to a face I recognise all too well.

He's sat on a chair slumped over resting his head on the bed I'm laid on.
He looks so peacefully asleep.

My eyes become adjusted to the light and I look around the room.
The curtains are closed.
There are flowers scattered around, balloons too.

Then I look at the bed I'm laid on.
Why does everything in a hospital have to be white?

I concentrate and watch my toes wiggle. I move my legs and arms.
I feel stiff, like I have been laid here for years.
I watch all of the machines and drips and follow the wires from my body to the connected machine and try to figure them out.

Funnily enough, I've never been in a hospital.
I don't like them at all, they freak me out.
They smell so... well, clean.
I guess they have to.

I look back over at the sleeping sloth next to me.
How can you still be handsome sleeping?

I run my fingers through his hair gently.
His hair is messy. Which is bizarre, he usually keeps it styled. His curls are resting against his forehead.

Just as I am sat here admiring him. He lets out a massive snore.
I can't help but laugh.
It hurts but I laugh.

He stirs and stretches a little.
Then his eyes are wide open and he looks up at me.
I'm staring back.

"How long have you been awake for?" He puzzles.

"Who are you?" I question
His face drops and he looks heartbroken. He doesn't know what to say but I have never seen him look so.. gutted.

"I'm joking you dork.. I know who you are" I burst out feeling so bad.

I'm bad at jokes.
He looks up and just slaps a hand on his face.
I push his hand and face back.
He shoots up and wraps his arms around me.

"You scared me you know that right?" He says squeezing me tight.
All I can think to do is apologise and hug him back.

But what am I sorry for scaring him about?

What happened to me?

"Willis hurt you. You hit your head on the wall and you passed out" he struggles to say it so he pauses throughout to find the words to say.

"At the party? I only remember him trying to help me..what happened to him?" I ask.

"I killed him. He was going to kill you"

"I don't remember that. What else happened last night?" I start to get frustrated. Why do I not remember this?
Pieces of information build up in my head and I now remember parts that didn't replay in my head.

"Last night?.. Kady, you've been in a coma for two weeks, the party was two weeks ago" he begins to rub his thumb over my hand. Comforting me.

Two weeks?

Thinking about it now. The story of that night did go through my head quite a lot.

Beeping noises fill the room and speed up as it dawns on me what actually happened that night.

I can't breathe. I'm hyperventilating.

Jace grabs my shoulders.
"Breathe. Copy me. In and out" he says while looking like a deer in headlights.
I watch him.
I breathe with him.
A nurse rushes in and sees him calming me down, she stays near the door.
The beeping returns back to normal.

Over the course of the next few hours I'm visited by doctors and family.
I stay in the hospital for another two nights for observations, then I'm given the all clear and get discharged.
I'm told to take the next few weeks/ month off from school to properly recover.

The weeks drag on but I mainly just lay in bed and watch movies. Jace visited me every other day, which I was thankful for because he brought over junk food.

Many doctors visits later and I'm all healed up.

So here we are. Seven weeks after the party that killed 14 people, news travelled around about the rival gang attack and defences were up. No one really told me anything about what was happening with my fathers business.

All I knew was that I wanted back in to that gang..