Unicorn - Tom Hiddleston fanfic

2 - Wakey wakey...

When you wake up your brain feels fuzzy. Like it hasn't had to do anything in a while. You frown and slowly take in your surroundings. You are in a hospital bed, crisp white sheets pinning you down. Machines beep and you are hooked up to every single one of them. An oxygen mask covers part of your face and you try to pull it off. Firm, authoritative hands pull you away.

"No, Miss," the nurse's voice says. "You can't take it off until we're sure you can breathe on your own."

"Let me go," you murmur. "Please. I'm fine."

"Are you in any pain?"

"My head hurts and I can't move my arm. Can I go yet?"

"No, Miss. Your arm is in a cast; you broke it in the accident. I'll go and get the doctor to see to your head." The nurse bustles off, almost waddling away. The sight makes you smile until you realise something.

"Excuse me? Where is my family?" you call in a croaky voice. The nurse hesitates before replying, pity and sadness in her dark brown eyes.

"Can't you remember, sweetie?" she asks kindly. You shake your head and wince.

"Well... they died, honey," she says slowly and quietly. She smiles at you comfortingly. "The car exploded though, so no nasty people could come and take their bodies away. Isn't that a good thing?"

"No!" you shout, anger filling your very soul. You don't care that your head pounds like crazy or that your arm is numb. All you care about is answers and hitting this stupid, fat little nurse in her stupid, fat little face. You go to move but dizziness overwhelms you and you fall back.

"Ow," you whisper, raising your left arm to your head shakily. "That hurts. Aren't I meant to have drugs or something? To stop the pain? Look at me. Talking to myself." You laugh hysterically then wince as your head seems to split in two. "Well that isn't a good idea." 

"Sweetie, just lie there and try not to move." It's that stupid nurse again. She comes back over, fat hands on her fatter hips. She smiles, a leer that makes you feel sick. Well, sicker than you do already.

"Go away and leave me alone!" you shout, left arm flailing wildly in panic. The nurse jumps back, scowling.

"Sweetie-" she begins.

"Don't call me sweetie! Please, just go away!" You're crying now, breaking down. Your family is dead and you have no one. No one at all. How did you survive a multiple car crash and an explosion? 

"Fine. But," the nurse snaps, twiddling with a dial on your morphine machine. You cry out as pain sets in, drugs no longer being pumped around your system. Tears fill your eyes and one slides down your burnt cheek.

"You have to deal with the pain," the nurse hisses and duckily storms off. You're crying big, wet tears now, dripping over your skin and onto the bed. Very soon your hair is damp and your head is hurting more than ever with the sound of your own crying. But you can't stop.

Too late for your liking darkness sets in. You welcome it with open arms and try to sleep the pain away.

No such luck.