I felt a hand in my own. I woke up slowly, blinking so my eyes could adjust to the light. I turned my head to the right, and squeezed the hand in my own.
“Julia?” Harry said sleepily, rubbing his eyes with his free hand.
“That's my name don't wear it out.” I said.
“Your awake!” He exclaimed, wrapping both his hands around my right one.
“I am?” I said faking puzzlement. He laughed at me and I smiled.
“How long was I out? What happened?” I asked yawning.
“You were out for 2 days, its Thursday now. Morning, its,” he checked his watch, “10:03. You have 2 fractured ribs-your lower ones-, and got a really bad cough with a fever.. The doctor says it'll take like 6 weeks for the ribs to heal fully and he doesn't know about the cough. Your fever made you delirious and you fell asleep. It just broke last night. Essentially you'll be fine in a little over a month. We told them you hadn't told us the whole story, but that we think you had been mugged.” Harry explained, “So I expect the full tale now.”
“Listen my children, an you shall hear, of the midnight ride of Paul Revere.” I muttered.
“What?” Harry looked confused.
“Never mind.” I smiled. He looked expectant so I sighed and looked into his worried green eyes. “They dragged me into an alley and tried to mug me. They took my purse but I keep my wallet and valuables in an inside pocket of my coat so they didn't find anything.” I started. “Now that I think about it, it was kinda funny thinking about it now. Them threatening me with their accents.” I giggled.
“The accent gets the ladies, don't be mean.” Harry said. “Now continue.” He glared at me. I sighed,
“ Some one started coming and they ran away, but the kicked me in the ribs a few times before they left. I passed out from the pain and lay in the rain for a long time before I walked back to the hotel.” I finished.
“In the rain?” Harry asked.
“In the rain.” I confirmed. He was still holding my hand, stroking small circles on the back of it. He was staring down at it when the doctor walked in.
“Your up!” The man exclaimed. He looked about 47 with a gray beard and obviously dyed black hair. I nodded. The boys followed him in, seeing me awake they rushed over to me.
“Hey guys!” I grinned. They looked like they wanted to hug me, but held themselves back remembering my ribs. Instead they stood around me awkwardly. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention to the doctor who was smiling at us. He cleared his throat.
“So, we can release you today, but I do have some instructions. Which one of you is in charge here?” He asked the boys. Liam stepped forward.
“No he's not. I'm living on my own in a hotel. You can tell me.” I told the doctor glaring at Liam.
“I would have to suggest SOMEONE stay with you.” The doctor countered.
“She can stay with us.” Harry volunteered, glancing at Louis for confirmation, he nodded and both looked at the doctor.
“No! It's fine, I barely know you guys.” I protested.
“Shut up Julia.” All 5 of them said in unison. I threw up my hands in defeat. The doctor smiled at all of us and continued talking.
“Ribs will heal on their own. It's the pain that really annoying, you should take over the counter anti inflammatory medicine like ibuprofen for the pain. No strenuous activity, you can ice the ribs and make sure to breath deeply and or cough at least once an hour so that your lungs stay healthy, also you can try stretching, but do NOT strain yourself. You can take an over the counter cough medicine. Like I told you boys before, the ribs will usually take 6 weeks to heal, but she CAN heal in as little as 4 weeks, its possible but unlikely.” We all listened seriously to what the doctor had to say and by 11 I was walking out of the hospital with the boys. They were all fluttering around me worriedly, Harry even offered to carry me multiple times. By the time we reached Harry and Louis apartment I was quite annoyed. I walked inside and the boys spilled in too, following me.
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