The Sleeping Siren (Jotaro X Reader)

Ch. 25: Horrors of the ER

I'm going to throw up. I claw at the mask in a panic to get it off but I can only do so much with my cuffed hands. Finally I summon my stand and she rips it off my face the second I throw up out the window. When the driver sees me in the mirror she slams the breaks and I'm thrown into to seat infront of me and my stress headache is triggered. I groan and my stand retreats when bile rises agian and I need to throw up. I shove open the door and throw up all over the empty road.
"We tried to wake you up yesterday and the day before to eat and such," one of the drivers say and pats my back. I've been asleep for two days!
"I need to use the bathroom," I say hurridly.
"I thought you'd say that," the other driver says and she tosses me a pack of wet wipes, "there's no one here, so just go to the side of the road, we'll be in the car."
Every where is dry and I think we're in Texas where I fought Merciful Crow. When I finish I throw the used wet wipes somewhere and start to head back to the car, but I'm interrupted by someone in the distance, "you're not gon clean that?" I turn around and, of course, it's a cowboy.
"No," I shout back at him and he laughs.
I roll my eyes, my head hurts and it's too hot to entertain a cowboy, and so I head back to the car in the distance, I know the drivers said they wouldn't watch me but I still felt nervous and went far. The man starts to run towards me, "where you going?"
Is this guy for real right now? "I'm going to my car?" I turn to continue to walk but I'm stopped when he places a hand on my shoulder. How did he get to me from all the way over there?
"Can you tell me where the city is?"
I groan, "if you follow the road It'll take you somewhere."
He snorts and it's the most horrid thing I've ever heard, "you're pretty funny, for a girl that is."
This fucking cowboy in the middle of no where wants to say you're pretty funny, for a girl in my goddamn face! I huff out an irritated sigh and just want to go back to my car and blast AC on my face, "look sir, I really don't know how to help you so I'll be go-" I can't finish my sentence I'm abruptly jabbed so hard from my back side I'm thrown a few feet.
The pain isn't recognized until I hit the ground chest first with a hard yelp. God fuck. When I look up to the cowboy a horse of black and a mane that floats nuzzles close to the him like a cat does to a pole. How many stand users did Dio station in Texas, and why do they attack me when I use the bathroom? I want to cry out in pain and I know I'm going to need medical attention, if the horse ruptured one of my organs with that kick I wouldn't be shocked with all the burning pain I feel. When I stand I'm sizzling with anger, "that was such a cheap shot, and you didn't even want to finish me off?"
He laughs, "you're tough for a lady, I was just gon make you fall asleep and ride you to lord Dio's mansion."
"If he wants me so bad why won't he get me himself?" I ask sarcastically and summon my stand.
He think's to himself as if he can't see my stand, before he shrugs, "I'm sure the lord has his things he needs to do, but anyway, since you didn't go to sleep I'll be on my way," what? He hops onto his stand horse and holds it's mane, "safe travels, sister."
He doesn't have to do anything but think to get the horse to run off. In a rush I have my stand have me run, but I can barely take a step without my hurt muscles restricting me. Damn coward, literally hits me and runs off, what the hell am I supposed to tell the drivers?
My stand carries me to the car while I'm limp with pain and I see one of them cleaning the side of the car I threw up on. When both girls look at me they gasp, I'm not sure if it's because I'm just floating or if I'm as pale as I feel with all my blood going to the wound. My stand opens the car door one of the drivers is cleaning, "what happened to you?" She asks and steps back.
"I need a hospital."
The other driver chimes in, "why, you were only gone for ten minutes?" This bitch.
I groan in pain and irritation, and retreat my stand, "lift the back of my shirt," when she hesitantly lifts my shirt she gasps agian.
"Darling! What happened?"
I growl impatiently, "I need a hospital, I don't know how bad it is."
The driver who was cleaning the car immediately recognizes how bad the bruise is and gets into the drivers seat, and the driver who looked at my wound brought me an ice pack from the trunk from cooler that I didn't know about before we drive.

When I'm escorted into the ER my one of the drivers explained what happened and a flurry of nurses hurried me into a room, horse kicks are common here they explained unsurprisingly. After they change me and settle me down they look at the injury, "well, there's no blood or cuts caused my the horse kick and it's not over your spine which is very good, so we'll need to keep you here for a little while, just to put ointments on you," my doctor says.
I feel so relieved when he says that, until he keeps, talking, "we're going to have your parents fill out everything so that we can continue on with everything for you." I go rigid. I'm so stupid! I completely dismissed the fact that I ran away from my parents, the people who have the insurance to help me, "we're going to need you to give us their numbers."