Broken || Little Mix ||

Chapter 11

When I wake up the next morning there's a serious kink in my neck from the way I slept propped up on the pillows. Pain radiates from my left elbow all the way down to my fingers and up to my collar bone. My arm is restrained into position by a splint, a lot of padding, an ace bandage, and a sling that is strapped to my body. The final verdict was a badly sprained elbow. I was given an assortment of pain meds and told to take it easy. The prognosis for recovery is two to three weeks and until that time, I'm not supposed to move it without the supervision of a medical professional. I'm supposed to do a conference call later today with Paul and the rest of our team.

I wince as I sit up and look around the room. Perrie is in the bed next to me but sectioned off by a wall of pillows. Leigh and Jes are passed out on the pull-out couch. Knowing I need to pee and that I'm more than likely due for another dose of pain meds, I stubbornly get out of the bed. Despite a little bit of swaying, I manage to stay upright and quietly make my way to the bathroom. I grab one of my jumpers on the way, knowing that by now I need to take off the makeup on the cuts and scars. I don't know whether the doctor last night just didn't notice them or if he decided not to say anything but either way, I'm thankful.

Luckily, the door closes behind me quietly and I make sure to lock it. I slowly undo the straps on the sling and take my arm out of it and the bandage. My elbow looks a horrid shade of colors and is swollen to the size of a cricket ball. I bite down on a towel as I try to scrub the makeup off as gingerly as possible. It isn't an easy process and by the time I'm able to rebandage and resplint everything, my eyes are teary and my nose is runny. I take a few minutes to collect myself before exiting the bathroom.

The other three girls have started to wake up and rub the sleep from their eyes.

"Holy shit! What the fuck happened to you?" Jesy shouts at the sight of me.

I glare at her, not in the mood to talk to anyone.

"You and your drunk ass happened. Trying to fuckin' lean on me and turn me into a support wall."

"I did that?" she asks surprised.

"You did," Leigh confirms from the couch.

"Jade, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to I swear," Jes starts.

I wave her off with my good hand. "It's fine Jes. I'll send you a postcard from London."

"Oi, pipe down you. If Jes performed in a wheelchair then you can handle performing in a sling. They aren't going to send you home over this. Now come lay down and take your pain meds. You look like you're about to cry," Perrie scolds.

I do as I'm told and get back into bed as she goes about getting me water and the medicine. I don't have much time to relax though, as Paul knocks on the door and storms into the room.

"How are you feeling?" he asks me.

I shrug, which is not a good decision for me right now. "In pain but I'll live. When's the call with management?"

"Already had it," he says sitting on the bed.

"I thought we were supposed to all be there," Jes says, voicing what we were all thinking.

"I decided to let you lot sleep after last night. I didn't think you'd be in the condition for an eight in the morning business call."

"What'd they say?" I ask, cutting off their conversation.

"That you're becoming a real pain in the ass for one. They're going to have Claude reblock all the dances to accommodate your new medical status and they want us to play this off as a celebratory night that went wrong," he explains.

"But that's exactly what happened," Perrie says confused.

"Good, then you'll have no problem explaining that in your interviews. Get ready and pack up. We roll out in an hour and a half."