Love and Basketball (Lauren/You)

Chapter 15

Y/N'S POV

Slow, high-pitched beeps were the first thing I could hear when my senses seemed to return to me. I wanted to open my eyes to experience something other than the blackness that had consumed me but it was physically impossible for me to do so. I became angry again at the feeling of not being able to open my eyes when I wanted to. I didn't know what had happened, but with my surroundings detected by the senses that did work, I could guess that I had somehow managed to land myself in the hospital. Nothing wanted to cooperate with what I wanted; my limbs remained motionless by my side no matter how much I willed them to move, just like I willed my eyes to open or for anything to happen. Anything; that's all I wanted at this point. The longer it took, the more frustrated I became. I just wanted to be able to read to something since the silence was killing me. I wanted to laugh at the joke since I did somehow manage to land myself in such a place like hospital where nothing good came out.

Then again it was completely sadistic for me to think of myself in such a situation but that was just my sense of humor I guess. I tried to strain my body and the rest of my senses to try to see what the hell was going on in the room besides the obnoxious noise coming from my vitals monitor. There were no doctors speaking about my condition or what had happened which irked me. I just wanted to know so I could lay here in peace since apparently I couldn't move for shit. The notion still pissed me off but I wasn't able to do anything for myself. It was worse than when Greg had landed me in here and I was able to walk out of the hospital the moment it happened. I mean of course I didn't, but at least I was able to move. I would groan, scoff, roll my eyes, do anything in dissatisfaction if I could right now. The more time it took for anything to happen, I allowed myself to somewhat calm down but my mind continued to concoct many different thoughts that didn't cease to fill my brain.

There was one very prominent thought that wouldn't go away no matter what else popped up in my mind. I just really wished that Lauren was here even though we weren't necessarily on good terms. I just wanted someone to be here for me when I was incapable of doing something for myself. I realized that I really didn't have anyone in my life, especially now that Lauren had just resurfaced after a while and has only been here for a short amount of time. There were all the girls on my team, but we really didn't interact outside of the team events which I was understanding now was probably a horrible idea on my part now that I was left without anyone to be here. I knew I was too far away from my family to make the trip to Chicago so there was that too, leaving me to deal with this sudden onset of problems on my own. I just wanted to get the fuck out of here.

I knew much more time had passed which left me to fall in and out of consciousness for a period of time. I was confused about the fact though because I wasn't sure how one could be asleep when they were already in a coma like state. All I knew was that I didn't know what had been going on until I had suddenly heard voices entering the room; none of which I had recognized besides the deep one of my head coach. I couldn't decipher what they had been talking about but it didn't even necessarily seem to be anything having to do with why I was here before the conversation had ended. Knowing James and what he was like, I was actually really disappointed when he wouldn't ask why I was here; but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that he probably already knew so he wouldn't have to ask again.

I was praying that somebody, anybody, could help me out of this state so that I could be able to do something for myself. I never liked hospitals, especially if I was the one being treated for this exact reason. People treated you as if you couldn't do anything which was true, but I hated that feeling. I was a very independent person and I didn't need anyone hanging off of me waiting for something to happen to me. I needed to get out of here as fast as possible but the first that needed to happen was the ability for me to move my body and communicate with others using my senses so that I could prove I was able to leave on my own. If nobody was going to be here to take care of me that I wanted, I would take care of myself at my own house under my own supervision. I was perfectly okay with remaining under the radar for a long while by my lonesome since I had ruined everything else going on in my life.