Chasing the Night || a moey au

Chapter Seven

-Chapter Seven-

Sirens could be heard from just outside my window, they were loud in my mind, but just a suppressed screech to my ears. I grabbed my hair in between my fingers of my good arm and lifted my head up. Only one thing startled me, it kept me from passing out, it was a loud knock at the door.

"Meghan?" I woke from my dream from the knock at the door. After waiting until I could see properly, I decided it was Paul's voice from behind the door.

"Yes?" I called back, my voice still raspy from just waking up.

"Are you okay?"

I had no idea what time it us, or for how long I slept but I was for sure that the rest I did get, helped. My headache had died down to just a slight pain behind my ears. My face still ached and I could feel bruises over my cheek as I grazed my hand over my face. My back felt okay while it was in the lying down position, I had no idea about standing up. Then I remembered my knee.

"Uh, not really." I breathed. I took both hands and tried to lift my thigh up, as my tendon tightened, all the pain rushed to my knee making every part of me throb and shiver. I quickly grabbed my blanket and shoved in my mouth to muffle my scream.

"Can I come in?"

"Yes." I barely said, my air tightened in my lungs to keep another scream from escaping. I watched as Paul walked into my room, already dressed in his apron and beige shirt. There was flour on his nose and a bit on his hands, making me assume it was early morning from the light coming from my window.

"I saw that boy bring you in yesterday morning?" he said, slowly inching his way towards my bed with a concerned look on his face. "What hurts?" I pointed to my knee, my eyes glued shut. I ripped the blanket out of my mouth and threw it off my left leg.

"It popped out." At this point, I felt that I was literally squeezing the words out of my lungs.

"I'll try to help." He said, looking at me for my permission. I nodded, I didn't want to, but I understood it was my only choice at this moment. I needed to go back to work; I couldn't just sit here and suffer for more time than I already had. Paul slowly walked around me and came to kneel beside me on my left.

"I need you to straighten your leg out for me." He said. I sighed, covering my face with my palms and pressing into my eyes until an explosion of colours set off before my eyes. I uncovered my eyes and grabbed the pillow from under my head and placed it now on top of my head. Slowly, I tried to straighten out my leg. I could swear I felt my knee split into a hundred thousand pieces, turn back, and hit the rest of my leg once again as if they were little bullets. The pain was as unbearable as my own life. As soon as I felt the back of my knee hit the mattress, I breathed out into the pillow tightly pressed onto my face. Throughout that whole time, I had even forgotten to breathe.

"Okay, now I'm going to try to gently push it back into place." He warned.

"Whether you do it gently or not, it won't make a difference in the pain." I said back, through clenched teeth. Paul breathed slightly before placing one hand on the top of my knee and the other on the displaced side. As he pressed the loose knee back in place, a thick layer of tears covered my tears covered my eyes making it near impossible to see. I screamed into the pillow practically down my throat as a sharp snap echoed throughout my little room.

"Done." He said, my eyes were sealed shut, and I honestly just wanted to be completely. I waved my hand around, aiming towards the door. From what I heard, Paul got the message as I heard his large steps make their way towards the door. Although I could admit, my knee felt a lot better than it did before.