Michael's POV
My body ached and my chest felt heavy. Like I had been run over by a train then poorly stitched back together. When I tried to wiggle against this unforgiving mattress the pain in my gut halted me. I vaguely remember what happened but all the pieces were hazy. But whatever did happen, it hurt like hell now. The pain in my side felt like the cramp you got when you were a kid and your mum told you not to eat before you go swimming, but worse. And don't even get me started at the throbbing pain in my temples because it was like someone was using a jackhammer against my skull. What's worse is that I couldn't fall back asleep because of all the pain. Well that and the fact that someone had entered my room. My eyes opened slowly like my eyelids weighed a ton each and I saw a smiling nurse. She was carrying a tray of god knows what as she approached me all too loudly.
My headache resembled a hangover but definitely worse, much worse. Every contact her shoe made with the tile was like a firework exploding. I grimaced and attempted to make the sound go away but it wasn't happening for me. I reopened my eyes as she slid a table over my body setting the tray down against it. A silver dome, a cup of water and a small cup of pills sat on the tray and I looked up to a smiling woman.
"Good morning Michael. How are you feeling?" She asked with a huge smile that would've been contagious if I wasn't hurting so bad.
"Like shit." I groaned and she laughed softly at my choice of words.
"Let's see what we can do about that," she said grabbing up the pills and cup of water, dumping the pills in my hand. "Take these." She said and moved to the bags of fluids hanging above me. I wasn't paying much attention while she changed out some of the bags.
"W-what actually happened to me?" I asked and she pushed with her smile fading.
"Car accident." She answered simply but my head was spinning like a top. "They did surgery yesterday morning to stop some bleeding but it wasn't serious so other than some discomfort and pain, you'll heal up rather nicely. You also broke two ribs and ended up with some cuts and bumps but nothing too serious. Very lucky my dear, very lucky." She explained while she took all my vital signs, ending it all with a smile. Some of the events of the accident were coming back but I just couldn't remember why I was in my car so late in the night.
"What's this?" I asked gesturing to the silver platter.
"That, is breakfast. It's broth and some jell-o which is about all you can have." She moved the lid away and I pouted. I was hungry but with the pain in my stomach food sounded awful. "Sorry, doctors orders you have to eat something." She said while she cleaned up her mess.
"Thanks." I grumbled and reached up to grab a spoon to begin eating. My arms were sore which made this task even more tedious.
"I see your little posse is still asleep." She said gesturing to the two sleeping lads near the window. They had their chairs pushed close together and were tangled up. It was actually quite adorable. Luke was resting on Calum and Calum was holding onto Luke. It was surprising to see that they stuck around.
"Well eat and get some rest, call me if you need me." My nurse, I have no idea what her name was, told me as she slipped back out of the door.
I grumbled to myself as I held the spoon over the steaming, colorless broth. I picked it up to smell it which was a mistake because it smelt terrible. I sat it down quickly, still hesitating but I finally put my spoon in to gather some of the liquid. Ever so slowly I guided the spoon to my mouth, slurping the hot liquid into my mouth to let it warm me. It definitely tasted better than it smelt but it was still pretty bland. After a couple of spoonfuls I was feeling a tiny bit better and my headache had somewhat subsided. I poked and smashed at the jell-o, giggling to myself because that was merely the only entertainment I had right now. I was laughing as I continued to squish the gelatin but my laughing was beginning to tug painfully at my side.

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