All For A Reason #Wattys2015

20. Hospital Once More

Alright guys. That last chapter was like....Woah..

To the hospital we go now. 

Dedication?: Nope, not today.

Song of the Chapter: Face Down by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. The words of this song is very powerful. 

Let's start reading....

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Niyesha's P.O.V 

I woke up with my cheeks stained with tears, and my body feeling sore. I groaned with pain, and got up. I looked in the mirror, and saw the black and blue all over my body. I felt a tear fall from my eye. I looked horrible. It may take weeks, even months for my body to heal. My blankets started to shuffle, and I looked behind me to see Princeton moving around. His arm went to the side I was laying in. You can tell he was looking for me. I poked him.

Niyesha: I'm right here. 

He opened his eyes, and yawned. It was a cute yawn, if that's even possible. He sat up, and smiled at me. He started to rub my face.

Prince: I'm happy you're here. 

Niyesha: Me too. I'm ready to go to the hospital. 

Prince: Okay.

He got his coat, and he waited for me to put on some clothes. I put on my Adidas sweats with my converses, and a black shirt. I put on my coat, and we drove to the hospital. When I go to the hospital, I couldn't believe how many news cars there was. How did they even know I was gonna be here? And why the hell do they care?

Oh shit.

My dad is a huge lawyer in New York. And they know about me, I mean I was in one of his commercials when I was about 5, but that long ago.

Reporter #1: Mrs. Williams, can you tell me what happened? How long have this been happening?

Reporter #2: Where is your dad now? Are you going to press charges?

Reporter #3: Is that Princeton from Mindless Behavior?

I didn't respond, and Prince and I tried our best to make our way into the hospital. We finally did after five minutes of cameras in our faces, and everyone trying to get their microphones to us. I signed in at the front desk, and a doctor immediately took me in. I didn't want to go alone, so I begged the doctor to let him in. He let Prince go with me, and we made our way into a hospital room.

Doctor: Okay, so a cop is going to meet you here soon in about ten minutes, but before he does, can you tell me where you hurt at?

Niyesha: Everywhere.

Doctor: (Laughs.) More specific.

His laugh made me lighten up a bit, but I quickly went back to my depressed state. And I remembered what day it was. 

Christmas Day. Wouldn't this be a Christmas to remember?

Niyesha: My arms and legs especially. And my neck and stomach feels sore. 

He took my height and weight, and also my pressure. He looked into my ears, and my mouth. I had no broken teeth, which was a miracle. Then he asked if I was on any medications, which I wasn't. He then asked when was the last time I had a period, which was not so long ago. He said I was healthy, it was just my bruises that needed some healing. He recommended putting ice packs on it every three hours for 30 minutes. He said to rest on my legs, and not to walk too much, because they were a bit swollen.

He asked if I wanted to take any painkillers, but Princeton refused to let me. I guess he was scared I would get addicted to it, which I would not.