I slowly began to hear a faint beeping sound. I could barely hear it though due to my head thumping so loudly. It was almost like I could hear everything that was going on inside my head. It hurt so badly.
My eyes slowly and cautiously fluttered open. Where the fuck was I? A hospital? How did I get here? My eyes stayed squinted as I looked around the room. I was laying on a comfortable hospital bed and had a IV in my arm.
I looked around a little more and saw a boy my age sleeping in a chair. I gasped, a little frightened, and threw a plastic spork at him that was on the table in front of me.
It hit him lightly in the face and he twitched. His eyes slowly opened and he looked at me. My eyes were wide open looking at him as he sat up. "Wow! You're finally awake and the first thing you do is throw a-" he looked down at the spork and back up at me and chuckled. "you threw a spork at me?" he said in a raspy voice. Don't get me wrong, he was cute...really cute...but I still didn't even know who he was.
I was so confused and didn't know what else to do. "Who the hell are you?" I asked still a little nervous. "Oh I-I'm sorry...my names Noah. Noah Schnapp." He smiled at me and his eyes glistened. I must have looked at him for a little too long because he had to throw the spork back at me.
"Hey!" I exclaimed. We both chuckled and I looked around again. "So uh...why am I here again?" I asked the boy in the chair. Noah looked back up at me. "Oh you uh...you had to get stitches in your head. It looked like someone hurt you-" his eyes started to get watery. "The nurse said it looked like maybe a bat hit your head or something..." I sighed now remembering what really happened.
"it was a cane-" I mumbled under my breath. "Hm?" Noah heard and tried to ask me to talk louder. "Oh uhm...nothing."
I put my hand up and touched my head where the stitches were. Noah pulled my hand away quickly but gently. "Y/n you can't touch it." My eyes widened. "You know my name...how?" I asked. Noah chuckled a bit. "Yes I know your name. I chose to stay here until you got better and picked up a few things about you." "How long did you stay here for?" I asked him. "About 3 days almost..." he replied.
My eyebrows furrowed. Wow...3 days for me? A girl he doesn't even know? I was freaking out inside but sucked it all back up. "And also, what things did you pick up on?" I asked kind of concerned and did quotations with my fingers at the word pick. Hopefully he doesn't know the wrong things because that would be embarrassing. I thought. "Well I know your name is y/n y/l/n, you are 18, you are gorgeous..." Noah mumbled the last part and I asked him to say it again but he said he didn't say anything. "Mhm ok..." I shook my head in disbelief and giggled. "And later today I will drive you home." My heart sunk as those words escaped his mouth. Home. No not home...a prison. Living hell.
"No!" My voice got all choked up in my throat as my eyes watered. No y/n do not cry right now! Please! I though to myself. "W-What? why?" Noah asked a little concerned. I sighed. "J-just bring me to a hotel or something ok?" I tried to change the subject but Noah did not let it slide. "No. Y/n tell me why." "No!" "Yes!" He held my hand and looked straight into my eyes. I sighed and got angry. It was hard to but I swiped my hand out of his and looked in his eyes. "I don't have to explain anything to you! I don't even know you! You don't know me! Y'know what, I will just walk. I don't need your help-" in the middle of my sentence a huge pain washed over me. My head started throbbing. "Ow fuck!"
Noah looked really concerned and helped me gently lean back on my bed. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to get you stressed or anything." He put his hand back in mine. I wasn't in the mood and pushed his hand away and turned on my side with my back facing him. I heard him sigh and that made me want to turn back around but I didn't.
