Broken // Michael Clifford [Finished For Now]

Chapter Twenty Four

Diana's POV

My head felt fuzzy when I finally came to. I could hear something beep to a rhythm in the background and what sounded like muffled voices. I tried to pry my eyes open only to feel lingering pain by my right eye. When I finally opened them all the way I saw the plain walls and and old, faded chairs. There were thin sheets covering my body and an IV was in the crook of my elbow. Next to the IV drip was the heart monitor, still beeping to my pulse.

I looked to the chairs that were filled with people. Luke, Calum, and Ashton were all by the window sill looking out into the night talking in hushed voices. I turned my head to the other side where I found Michael. He was staring at the ground while his leg bounced in impatience, his hand placed so close to mine on the bed that they were almost touching.

My throat was dry when I tried to speak, causing only pained croaks to escape my mouth. It was still enough to get everyone's attention because they all turned their heads to look at me, worry very evident on all their tired faces.

"Hey." Whispered Michael as a smile of relief spread across his face. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything?"

My dry lips smiled at his concern. "Water please." I managed to squeak out.

Michael looked over to the other boys until Luke said, "I'll go get you some." I watched as he strode out of the room and quietly closed the door behind him.

"Anything else?" Checked Michael, his fingers brushing against mine, sending chills in their wake.

I shook my head and tried to sit up straight. My left arm was weak from the IV and the other from my dad's iron grip. This along with my pounding headache made such a simple task much harder to complete. Michael moved his hand from mine and helped me sit up right and then readjusted the pillows for me. I leaned back and closed my eyes, a sudden feeling of dizziness overcoming my dulled senses.

"Are you okay Diana?" Wondered Michael.

"I-I just feel really dizzy." I replied in a soft voice still trying to feel normal again.

"Can one of you get her doctor please?" Requested Michael.

"I can go get him." Said Calum as he exited the room just as Luke returned with the water.

"Here you go." He smiled as he handed me the cold bottle of water.

I twisted the cap off and took a long sip, allowing it to sooth my throat. "Thank you."

"No problem. Are you feeling any better?" He asked.

"I'm not really sure. I honestly don't remember much of what happened." I scrunched up my eyebrows trying to recall the events from earlier this evening.

"You have a concussion. That's probably why you don't remember anything." Explained Ashton.

"It's not that I don't remember anything. I remember some stuff, it's just all blurred together." I told him.

I looked back at Michael, the worry once again taking over his facial features. "What happened Michael?"

"I don't know everything, only a little bit of it." He sighed as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration. The worry was replaced with a hint of rage and hatred but it soon flickered away as his captivating eyes locked on mine.

"How bad was it?" I whispered when I realized why he had become mad for a second.

He immediately looked away from me. I knew it must have been bad if I was in the hospital, but I didn't want to believe that my dad was the one who put me here. I didn't want the last sliver of hope I had for that loving, caring, considerate, and fatherly man I used to know so well flicker into ash.