Magnetism

Unbelievable

Tay POV

I woke up to a massive headache and the sound of Cam kicking the door in. I glanced over at the small clock on the table and saw it was barely past 3 in the morning. I went to rub my eyes but felt something wet, warm, and sticky quickly dry on my face. Before I could even glance down at my hands, Cam was carrying me out into a very bright room.

My eyes adjusted after a bit and I glanced over to the side window where I saw my reflection. My clothes were completely covered in blood, along with my face, and my hair was an utter mess. My right hand was being wrapped although i found it useless since it was quickly soaked by the blood coming from my swollen, aching knuckles. I saw a man come in dressed in scrubs. He was tall, lean, his hair was dark and was graying. His gray eyes had some blue specks, they gave off an aura of positivity and knowledge. Even though he seemed like he was very good at what he does, He still had a teasing smirk that made the corner of my mouth tilt up as he came closer.

"Well, Miss Jardine, can you tell me how you managed to not only split your knuckles open, but break two of them as well?" he said in more of a teasing tone instead of questioning.

His easygoing attitude made me feel comfortable immediately. He earned a small laugh from me, not surprised at how cold it was.

"I punched the shit out of a wall in my tour bus after I broke up with my girlfriend, who also happens to be on tour with me," I said through my dark laughs.

I always do that, I laugh when I'm hurt, try to shake it off, seem careless. Girlfriend, wonder how Jenna is doing, probably with that whore Ryan. The doctor, who's name tag read R. Fairnes, seemed to slightly shake his head as if he understood me completely.

"Well, once we numb you up a bit, we're going to stitch you up. Your knuckles aren't broken bad, they'll be nearly done when we remove the stitches. Though you kind of fucked up by splitting them. We're going to have to take off the cast to remove your stitches, you'll be in the cast a week longer than you're supposed to. Now, you're going to feel a little poke, followed by absolutely nothing," he said as he injected the area around my swollen knuckles with some sort of anesthesia.

He was right, I felt a sharp poke, followed by nothing as he stitched the skin together. All I felt was slight tugging, the weirdness of it made me wince, earning a laugh from the cool doctor. He made jokes, told me to call him Rick as Dr. Fairnes is too damn professional, and talked to me about music until he finished up.

"What color cast would you like? We have red, blue, purple, green, pink, black," he asked.

"Black like my heart," I said jokingly. He only eyed me, a smirk plastered on his face.

It was cool seeing them put on my cast. I'm not really sure why, but it was exciting being here. I felt like the badass hottie in a chick flick who busted their hand because of their lover. I was thinking about this as i laid in the bed, waiting for the doctor to dismiss me, when that all too familiar blonde head poked through the curtains. Her eyes were dim with guilt and regret as she eyed my blood soaked clothes and face, and at my now restrained hand.

"Why are you here?" I spat out.

"Maybe because even though you had your mind set on breaking me, I still fucking love and care about you," she said as her beautiful stare pierced into my own.

I couldn't help but be mesmerized by her eyes, they were just this deep gray, blue color that sometimes looked green or brown. The vastness of the hints of color that could be found in the eyes of such a simple minded girl.

"Well, I'm fine. You can go back to Ryan now," I said, annoyed at the fact that she had this effect on me with just a simple stare. Her reaction surprised me.