The President's Iniquitous Daughter (18+) [Major Editing, Updating and Writing]

💖CHAPTER TWO💖: Hospitalised🏥

A/N: Play the song above ⬆️

[Noemi]

Two weeks later, Monday 4th of March, 11:30am at Doctors in Italy, Rome, Italy.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

That noise is giving me such immense migraine. My body feels so stiff and aching in excruciating pain. I'm in so much pain, it's indescribable to explain the agonising pain. The whole of my body is pounding painlessly and vigorously at the amount of pain I am in. It's ridiculous. I try to open my eyes but very weakly and painfully.

The sun rays blast through the room I am in. I definitely know it's not my room, I know I am not in a prison cell... so where the fuck am I? I look around weakly with my eyes. I see signs and posters of medical stuff. I'm in a hospital. Why? I hear the room door open. I try to look but I can't my view restricted.

I see a very handsome doctor coming into view... oh my God he's hot. He's checking and reading something before his eyes look at me as he notices I'm awake. He smiles as I see his pearly white teeth. My God he's sexy as fuck. I can't stop checking him out. He notices as he smiles grinningly. He knows but I can't help it.

"Noemi! You're awake... how are you feeling?"
He asks politely.

I try to talk but I can't. My throat hurts like fire scorched my neck to submission unable for me to speak. I stare up at him as I feel tears falling down my face. His eyes soften as he tries to read my body language.

I suddenly feel tingly sensation on my arms, my muscle twitch and pound viciously. I can feel my blood moving up and down in my arms, getting my arms to wake up. The doctor studies me carefully as my fingers twitch, he sees it twitching as he looks at me with a hopeful expression.

"Can you move your left fingers?"
He asks curiously.

I try to move my left fingers as they move to command. He smiles sweetly at me. I blush profusely and I presume my heart monitor is making a lot of noise when my heart speed helplessly. He smiles grinningly at himself.

He knows why my heart monitor is making a lot of noise. I find him attractive and my body language says it all. My arm feels like it's back to normal after receiving pins and needles feels. My arms feel like they can freely move.

I try to lift my left arm as my left arm listens to my thoughts, commands my brain to life my left arm as it lifts. Yes. I lift my left arm up and down, so the feeling won't disappear and be stiff again.

I do the same with my right arm as the Dr watches in amazement. He watches as I put my left hand on my throat and try use my facial expression, expressing that I can't speak but hand gestures will make up for it.

He tries to understand as my head suddenly pounds, tingles are moving all over my head making me ticklish and neck as I feel this weird feelings of tickling and gushing movement as I painfully try to move my head as it weakly moves.

I try to talk but my throat restricts me. His eyes glimmer in realisation, after trying to study, process and learn what I was trying to do or even gesture.

"You can't talk?"
He asks curiously.

I place my right hand on top of my left as I weakly with little mobility, move my head side to side in pain. He sighs in disappointment as he understands.

"Okay, I understand you know. Just keep your head still, don't force yourself to talk and relax, you need to heal, you are making slow progress, it's been two weeks since you've been attacked, and you've been at the hospital for two weeks yet you are making great, but very slow progress!"
He sighs.