I wake up in a daze, my sight blurry and my hearing dull. My mouth is horribly dry and it hurts to swallow. God, what did I get up to last night? Is this just like the worst hangover or what? I sit up, but a sharp stabbing pain in my stomach causes me to fall back onto the bed wincing. I look down and see clothes I don’t remember owning, certainly not this dodgy looking night dress thing… It feels like I’m in a little bubble, my hearing echoing. I close my eyes again and drift off to sleep.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” A husky, low, manly voice shouts. Can people not see I’m trying to rest here? “Do you actually know anything?”
“Sir, you need to calm down!” A slightly less husky man’s voice replies. “We cannot know everything about this situation until she wakes up and we can discuss it with her!”
“Discuss what? Look at her! She’s a STATE!” Well whoever this guy is deserves the ‘compliment of the year’ award! I almost felt flattered. Please do note my sarcasm.
“Sir, please stop shouting or I’m going to have to remove you from the hospital!”
I’M SORRY, WHAT?? The hospital? My eyes open suddenly and I stare at a blank white ceiling with long, thin lights. The general noise of hospital hustle and bustle can be heard; trolleys rattling, patients complaining, the emergency buzzers – and some guy having a shouting match.
“Look, I’m sorry mate; you can see he’s distraught. Don’t get him removed!” a voice I recognised said sympathetically. I try and sit up but the same stabbing pain from earlier greets me. Why didn’t I learn the first time? I look at my arm and see a canula in my arm with a line coming out leading up to a drip. I can hear a beeping by my head. A steady beat. My heart beat.
“Hey!” I croak out. My throat hurts so much I can barely talk. I feel like I’ve been walking in the desert for a few days with only a carton of drink to keep me going. I would murder for a drink right now. A doctor wanders into the room.
“Hello, Ella. How are you feeling?” The doctor begins, trying to make decent conversation to soften the blow of whatever he has to tell me. I can see it in his eyes.
“Are you new? Like did you start here recently?” I question.
“Err, yes. Only a month ago.” He looked confused.
“You need a poker face. I can tell in your eyes you need to tell me something bad but you’re trying to soften the blow with a cheeky smile. It aint happening…” The doctor’s face drops. I just wanted him to know he cant do it very well! Jheez, I am in a bad mood for some reason…
“Ella, you got stabbed yesterday…” The doctor began and looked at the floor. My face fell. “You lost quite a lot of blood but you’re doing fine. You blacked out after it had happened…” he continued. “You-”
“Whatever it is, I don’t wanna know!” I interrupted. “Just get me out of this place!”
“We have to keep you in… You’re not well enough to-”
“I’m discharging myself. I’ll take painkillers and rest at my house!” I interrupt again.
“YOU CAN’T! CAN YOU JUST LET ME FINISH?” The doctor yells at me. I’m taken aback by this, but I understand. I do keep interrupting… I nod at him to continue. “You’re under police protection. Your family friend did it… Tommy? Tommy Gately? He got arrested at the scene but you need to testify against him. The police are here to talk to you…” He states, smiling half-assed and walking out the door.
“Don’t you think this is a bad time?” Someone shouts as the policeman walks into the room.
“Ella? Is it an alright time to talk to you?” He smiled. His poker face was better, he made me feel at ease. I nod and he pulls up a chair next to me. “Do you remember what happened?” I shrug in a way to say ‘yeah I kinda remember!’
YOU ARE READING
New Job (Conor Maynard and One Direction Fan Fiction)
FanfictionA difficult year leads Ella to make some choices in life she wouldnt usually make. She accepts a job she wouldnt never have thought about that leads her to meet the likes of Conor Maynard and One Direction. How does this affect her life? Not your ty...
