When I awoke I had the biggest headache. I have had worse but the headache prevented me from moving at all. I just kind of laid there on a firm bed that definitely wasn't my own. I had briefly opened my eyes but it was so bright I closed them again so I could take a minute to stop my head from spinning and let my eyes slowly adjust to the light. I didn't want to make my situation worse then it already was.
Moving slight I rolled onto my left side into a fetal position so I could feel and stabilise my body more. The moment stopped my head from spinning and it became easier for me to breath. I hadn't know I was struggling until now. Maybe I did brake a rib when Cassy pushed me down the stairs. I thought before opening my eyes to observe my surroundings. I was in a hospital. No doubt about it. But it wasn't a human hospital. Given the condition I was in I would have been kept in icu until I regained consciousness which means there would have been other people around me. Well at least in eyesight of the nurses station. I know this because I was there a lot growing up. I was in a room by myself. It could have been a private hospital but if that was the case the door and blinds would not be pulled close and they would still want to know when I awoke anyway. So I must be in the supernatural hospital. They just do like a magical assessment of the person upon arrival and determine if it serious or not. I must not have been that bad to not have constant monitoring. I mean the most they had done by the looks of it just hook me up to a saline iv. Also judging by the chart above my bed a little morphine was given to me as well. Can you give morphine to someone who has a head injury? Rubbing my eyes I was surprised when it didn't hurt because I remembered how hard Cassy hit me. I should have a black eye or it should be swollen. But nothing. Sitting up careful on how I moved to avoid injuring myself more. I began to look around for a mirror or something reflective to see if there was any damage but at the same time the door opened. Turning my attention I expected a doctor or a nurse. But it was neither. It was Cassy. She looked upset. Why the hell was she upset? I was the one who hit hurt!
"I should apologise." She whispered to me.
"I will be telling everyone what you did was unprovoked." I told her my voice came across bitter and cruel. She gave a heavy sigh.
"They will think you are lying." She told me as she approached me. "They believe I came home early and found you in the stair well unconscious." She added. I was even more furious now. She lied to them to protect herself!
"I hate you!" I said harshly gritting my teeth doing my best not to scream even curse word under the sun. But this little tiny voice in the back of my mind was saying it wasn't her fault. "Why did you do it? I let go of Blake for you. I have tried to be your friend but one day you are nice and friendly and the next you are setting me up to make the others hate me." I told her. She hugged herself tighter now.
"I don't mean to be like that I really do want to be your friends." She told me unable to look at me. This confused me so much. She was cowering away from me in a subtle way. Like she expected me to react violently. Is this how I have become? People expected me to act out violently? Are they that afraid of my anger they believe I would hurt them? I began to feel guilty now. I never liked people being afraid of me. It makes me feel like a monster.
"I won't hurt you so you can stoped cowering." I spoke in a calmed tone now before I left our a heavy sigh of annoyance. "I just don't get it. I thought you were dead because I heard that you got in between Ian and Blake when they were fighting and died. But here you are now making my life difficult and making me feel like I am loosing my mind." I told her
"I only want to be helpful. I didn't realise I was such a burden on you." She whispered again and I sighed again.
"Look. Let's make a deal. You stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours. We don't even interact with each other unless it's expected of us." I told her with a flat monotone voice and a deadpan expression. I was exhausted of this chick multiple personalities and her constant changing of attitude towards things. It's frustrating annoying and just plain right exhausting. One day she likes me the next she hates me. Acting like we are bffs and then accusing me of doing something I didn't do. Like seriously I know I have issues but she needs to check herself too.
"Agh sure. If that is what will work then ok." She whispered still not even looking at me.
"Do you have like split personality syndrome or something?" I asked Cassy now. I wanted answers and if she did have split personality then it would be easier to deal with and she could get the help she needed. I'm no expert at human mental health issues but I'm sure there are people out there who deal with that sort of stuff.
"Or something." She answered me
"Well what is it?" I asked her annoyed now that she dodged the question.
"I should inform a doctor and the others you are awake." She told me before hurrying out of the room before I could object or question her more. She is getting frustrating. I will get answers one way or another.
