My Heart Can't Keep Beating Much Longer.

My Heart Can't Keep Beating Much Longer [2]

Aaliyah's POV

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I woke up to the sound of my father's screams. I hated hospitals, it was like a one way trip to death. I don't trust doctors much....I must have got that from my dad. Every doctor that I've had didn't know what was wrong with me...they didn't know how to help me or fix me. The only solution was giving me these pills and shots that seemed to be helping.

"Doctor?" I said softly as I glanced over at him. I watched him, studying his shocked, weird expression. He was just staring at me and I was beginning to feel VERY uncomfortable. I pulled the sheet around my body once I noticed his eyes moving from my face. I didn't bother asking about my father or what happened. Knowing my dad he must have made a fool of himself.

"What?" He frowned at me as he seemed to wake up out of his shocked state.

"How long do I stay here? I'm confused and my head is hurting." I glanced down at my bandaged wrists, surprised to see the small trickle of blood staining the fresh bandage.

"For three weeks." Chris reached out his hand, clasping his hand around her wrist. "I bandaged them for you....before your father could see. Your a real idiot, aren't you? Heart condition or not.....do you really think that will solve anything? its just hurting you more. Ease your pain....thats the excuse I keep hearing over and over from idiots like you who end up in the hospital from cutting."

Aaliyah gasped and pulled her wrist away, her eyes narrowed. "I didn't end up in this hospital for cutting, I-I couldn't breathe. T-Then I started coughing up blood." I kneeled down on the bed as I tried to explain myself. "And I'm not an idiot...I just tried it out....I just wanted to see...what it felt like."

Chris smirked and shook his head, reached out his hand to gently push her back down on the bed. "Next thing I know I'll come into the room seeing you smoking weed with one of the nurses, talking about I just wanted to try it out......idiot."

Aaliyah glared at him and pulled the sheet around her tighter. "I wouldn't do that....I'm not stupid." She pulled her knees up to her chest and looked down. "I saw it on a show and I just thought that..."

Chris shook his head and sat back in his chair. "You don't have to explain anything to me..." He said with a shrug.

I pulled off the sheet and sighed, putting a hand through my hair.

"Don't worry.....I don't plan too....I won't say anything else...." I muttered under my breath, his eyebrow raised ever so slightly before returning to his normal expression.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, turning my body around to face him directly.  "Where are my bags?"

I watched as he gave me a look as if I had desrved to be in a crazy asylum instead of the hospital. "Do I look like I have even the slightest idea where your things would be?" He scoffed at my question, his voice held a clearly annoyed tone as our eyes met once again.

I quickly looked down at my wrists again, as if I had experienced a sudden shot of pain. I looked them over, biting down on my lip.

Chris' POV

"You know staring at it isn't going to make the wounds go away. YOU picked up the razor. YOU were stupid enough to cut yourself. Heart condition or not, suicide isn't the answer. I've had patients with canc-"

"SHUT UP!" My eyes blinked slowly,  a bewildered expression taking over as I looked back at her, seeing as though she had just interrupted me. Which under NO circumstances she should have. She had her hands balled up into tiny fists and her eyebrows creased slightly as she sent me a glare.

"Patient or not,  are you aware that I wouldn't hesitate to throw you out of this hospital. That I have the power to give you the wrong medication. The power to take away the pathetic life you have." My eyes narrowed as I watched her.

I watched her expression soften. I watched her eyes gloss over as if she was about to start shedding those unfamiliar small drops of tears from her eyes. 

I know that I had a tendency to be pretty....rude.

If that's the right word to call it, I prefer blunt or to the point.....real, even.

But she had it coming to her.  At least it would show her to learn to respect her elders.  A smirk formed on my face as I looked back at her. She didn't dare respond to my comment after that, but I couldn't help feeling just a small twinge of regret coming from the pit of my stomach.