"I knew this was going to happen! I even warned her, but she just won't listen to me and now look what's happened. She's been unconscious for twenty hours straight! Do you realise what this means, Isabelle? Do you realise what this means?"
Dad. It was her father who said that. He used her full name too, which meant he was agitated.
Nova could hear his voice; she could hear another voice telling him to calm down.
"It's alcohol poisoning, Victor, you need to calm down. She'll be alright, the doctors said she'll be fine and might even wake up anytime now. If you keep screaming she's going to have a terrible headache."
Mom. Her mother was here too. But where was she?
"Calm down? You're asking me to calm-bloody hell, Isabelle, do you hear yourself? Nova is down on alcohol poisoning. Alcohol poisoning! Our daughter!"
"Sir, please, if you could just-"
Derek. Where even was she? And why was her head starting to hurt?
"You! You don't speak. How are you even here? Why is he here? Get out! It was your fault this happened! What did you do to her, you-you-you murderer!"
"What is happening in here? Can't you see a patient is resting? Who even are you guys? Where are the nurses-why are you standing there? Tell them to go out!"
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When Nova finally opened her eyes all she could see was darkness. It seemed as though she was in an open room but somewhere dark. After a few minutes when her eyes got used to the room, she noticed that it wasn't entirely dark. There were machines on her right side and the side of her room seemed to be lit as well because of the white-curtained window.
She could now also hear voices from that room; they were of three different people. Nova soon realised that two of those people were actually her parents.
Her parents. Where was she? Why was it cold here? Why did her head hurt? She should try to get up, perhaps then the heaviness in her head would subdue?
When she moved her hands in order to sit up, something shuffled beside her. The sound was soft, but something was attached to her wrist. Just as she went to lift her hand and look as to what it was, she saw a silhouette of a person. Someone was here. The person seemed to be tall, and he stood a few feet away from where she lay on... on a bed...?
"Ms. Newton."
It was a whisper. Just a soft whisper that could've gone unheard, except, Nova heard it. She heard it over any other sound and her heart started picking up its pace. But she didn't say anything, she had a feeling as to who this person might be, but she had to be sure. Something told her to be sure.
When the feeling of being alert came, so did a light pain on the side of her hand. She'd hit someone. Something was nagging at her brain, she just had to concentrate. Her head seemed to be in a mist, with just a few noises to be heard and a shadow to be seen and a few feelings to be felt.
But when the person took a step ahead and the light from the joint window fell upon his eyes and those crystal blues of his could be seen, all feelings left her and everything came rushing back.
The party, Abby, Mark, drinks, Lee, parking lot, a phone call, Nova hitting him on the side of his neck, him falling unconscious and after hearing her name, her passing out too.
"Derek."
Nova had no idea why she was whispering but when she heard him take in a sharp breath, she knew she was doing it right.
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Chick-Lit"What," he let out breathily, closing his eyes then opening them again as he continued. "Do you think you're doing, Ms. Newton?" he asked, his eyes holding the same guarded glint. "The scar," she said, only to have the male beside her turn into a st...
