Little Things

Chapter 30

My eyelids flutter open, but I squeeze them shut when a bright light above me burns. And then all at once, the pain seers all through my body like a ton of bricks. I wince in reaction, my muscles tightening, not helping the pain what so ever. It in fact made it ten times worse.

I hear a sigh next to me, and my mind instantly catches up with my body as I try to take in the scenery.

Where the hell am I?

My eyes travel to my feet, as I am laying on a rather uncomfortable bed. 

Wait.

Am I in a...

"How ya holdin' up there?" the sweet Irish voice speaks up that I have been craving to hear. My neck adjusts towards him to the left of me, but I wince yet again at the sudden movement. Why am I in so much pain? And why am I in a hospital bed?

"Niall," I smile. Even though I am so utterly confused, it's nice to see a familiar face.

But then that's when I start to freak out.

"Wait, Niall why the hell am I here what the hell happened why does everything hurt?" I ramble, fastly moving to sit up so I can get off this fricken bed, but Niall shoves me back down, carefully as to not hurt me.

I look at him with wide eyes to wait for a response. Nothing adds up. I don't even remember coming here. 

Actually, the last thing I remember is Niall leaving my house late last night. 

And now the both of us are in a hospital, and I'm the one in the bed.

I look down at my left arm and find large bruises and cuts covering it, along with an IV. My right arm is very similar, minus the tube. 

"Niall, what happened to me?" A few unexpected tears start to run out of my eyes. It's all too much to handle.

"You honestly don't know?" he questions, his eyebrows knit together, as his fingers are too and his elbows rest on his knees. Just his position alone makes me worried. Because if Niall is worried, that means this is serious. Because I barely know him, and he's worried.

What the hell is going on and why do I not remember any of it?

"You got in a car crash," I laugh at his absurd remark. But his expression doesn't change. If anything, it hints a little more confusion.

"That's impossible, I didn't leave my house. I don't even know how I got here let alone in a car crash," I shake my head.

"You were drunk driving. Under the influence. Whatever you call it here, I don't know," he tells me and my mind is sent spinning.

"No, no no there's no way," I shake my head, but memories start to come back to me of my excessive drinking. But then the only memory I can recall after that is the bright light of a truck outside a window. I don't even remember getting into the car, or why I was driving in the first place. I would think that I am smart enough, even under the influence, to know not to drive. But, I guess moments like these realize that alcohol is a terrible thing.

Five seconds later I have tears racing down my cheeks.

"You could've died, Allyson," Niall whispers, and I cover my face in my hands.

"I know," I choke.

That explains the bruises on my arms, and the terrible, terrible feelings everywhere else on me. Including my legs, my feet, my knees, my head, my shoulders, and a lot of neck pain.

I have never ever been in a car crash. I've never even drove after having too many drinks. During my bar days, I was smart enough to call a cab to drive Morgan and I home. What would convince me so much to leave?