Too Close To Love

From Nothing, to Everything

"Nurse Olivia, get that machine ready, her heart race is increasing". A series of cries fled about in the room, a frenzy going off as soon as Niall left the room. Typical. White coats fled around in a frenzy, the nearby timer all but forgotten as it hung nearby, close to the 10 second Mark. Damn that automatic timer. Her oxygen supply would be cut off in... Approximately 7 seconds.

"Name: Lily Alice Bloom"

6 seconds.

"Age: 17"

5 seconds.

"Case: Severe Head trauma"

4 seconds.

"Relations: 7"

3 seconds.

"Dependant on: herself

2 seconds.

A hushed silence filled the air, no one daring to move as they tried to drag the moment out forever.

1 second.

And, as if a movie scene were expected, but never came, the dull hum of the machine flicked off, deadly silence washing over the room. All the anticipation evaporated, shock washing over their faces, even though they knew this would happen.

Her body didn't move, but her mind obviously did. She was a fighter, not a loser. As the hushed silence grew softer, and light conversation picked up, she, became me....

Slowly, softly, I let the energy rush through my fingers, a seed of light bursting from my core, as my whole being glowed with positive energy. I radiated it out, for the first time in a while, connecting myself with the body I had once controlled. As the eyes turned away from me, their saddened eyes built an invisible shield around my weakened frame. They refused to watch. Refused to see as my strong fingers gripped slowly onto the cold metal bar. The contact my skin made was overwhelming.

I was in control.

I raised my body swiftly up, mentally tearing down their invisible barrier. I left the breath fly savagely from my mouth, breathing in the air, breathing out the fog.

I was back.

No one watched, are they alright? Am I doing something wrong? They're crying, sobbing... I felt like shouting, screaming and thrashing.. I'm here, I'm getting off the bed now... I delicately swiped my hands under my golden waves, noticing they'd got incredibly longer. Once, the hung down to my chest,  now they cascaded down my waist, still looking radiant. As I caught sight of myself in the mirror, I let out a slow gasp, all eyes darting round to my now up-right body. No one spoke, they simply stared in shock, some in awe.

Long golden waves tumbled down my waist, freshly clean, smelling like tulips. Speaking of tulips, red ones to be precise, my cheek bones had become far more defined, a strong red glow glazing over them. Whether it was from lack of nutrients, or merely my body developing itself, my face was more developed, jaw stronger, eyes wider. They were still the shocking green, the green that I had become accustomed to. I noticed that my braces were off, and I let out another squeal as I ran my tongue along my flat, straight teeth. I felt more ME than before. My nails were cut short, that was the only downfall. That's when I noticed something new. A locket, hanging from my tanned neck. (thank the bed being placed in front of the window, my skin was glowing). As I reached my fingers up to brush over it, I closed my eyed and felt it's intricate curves, the cold metal tingling against my fingers. As I heard a familiar intake of breath from around the corner, I felt the familiar haze inside my head. No. No!

"NO!" I cried, heart plummeting as my legs gave out. This was too much, I was supposed to be strong. But I couldn't, I was broken. He wasn't gazing in awe at me like he should, like he used to. My two boys gazed with worry at her. Someone I remembered, but wished I didn't. The fresh hospital gown suddenly felt dirty, as I spotted her in the blond boy's arms. He held her hands as the boy with Hazel eyes carried her to the bed, the blond boy looking distant, blue eyes stained. As I pried worriedly at my White gown, the male doctors were ushered out, a commotion going on as my favourite female nurses gathered up a dress from my bag, discarding the blue track suit that had once been my world. 

"I'd like her to wear that, she wants Zayn's tracksuit". A gentle voice ordered, and as I met her blue eyes, and her now short blond hair, my lips raised into a genuine smile as her arms crashed around my small frame. I inhaled her strong, elegant smell, feeling at home.

"Mum". I murmured, causing the tears to flow from her wavering eyes. As I watched them fall swiftly, I was unable to feel sad like her. Why not, was there something wrong with me? I didn't want to cry, I was over heartbreak.

As I felt the familiar blue fabric slide towards my legs, I quickly grabbed it, also noticing how soft my legs felt. The blush crept up my neck, capturing my face as I realised these people must have been looking after my appearance as well as my health. I was glad for that, it would have turned Niall away sooner. NIALL.

"I know his name, why do I know his name?" my voice wavered, the first sentence I spoke sounding off, but already familiar.

"You're remembering already, this is excellent". A tall, staunch woman commented, glasses propped up on her mess of short black hair. I disliked her already. My eyes narrowed as gentler nurses brushed my hair from my face, but one lady in the corner stood out, her own green eyes smiling.

"Love, and hate. They're the only things you'll remember, build from them. It's your starting point". Various voices called out to me, but it was her that I listened to, her that I walked towards and gave the tulip to. Her face showed a sign of surprise, as she delicately placed it in the brimming vase, full of bright red tulips. I'd failed to notice them before, but my eyes scanned them twice as fast now. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, now... Nine. The third one was withered, the least vibrant of them all. Just like the third month, when I was left all alone, when my heart returned.

As my legs graced the floor, my hips swayed, blue tracksuit feeling incredibly large against my waist. I sighed forcefully, grasping the ribbon and prying it apart, to tie it in a sloppy bow. On the contrary, my hoodie felt too tight, and I undid it slowly, noticing that my chest had in fact grown. Too many things had changed about me, this was overwhelming.

"Lily, you can't leave!" The annoying lady ordered, reaching grab my hand. I silenced her with my powerful eyes, slipping into my converse high tops. I knew where I was going, and as my legs carried me down the hall, I had no intention of escaping through the fire exit like she had thought.

My hand rapped forcefully on the door of room 174, before I flung it open, greeted by a gust of Dior and Chanel. I had never been one for subtlety, never for her anyway.