It's Complicated

It's Complicated: 16

===Tala's Point of View===

 "Why isn't she waking up?!"

"She had numerous, severe injuries. It had to have taken a toll on her body. You just need to let her rest."

"But it's been four days. She needs to wake up!" I've been out for four days?! It definitely hasn't felt that long.

"If you don't calm down I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Someone reprimand's and I hear an agitated sigh. "Good. I'll be back in a little while to check up on her."

I hear a pair of heels softly clicking on the floor as the woman leaves wherever I happen to be at the moment. The only other sound is someone's soft breathing and an annoying beeping sounding throughout the room.

I let my mind wander back over the events of the last few days, but I can't remember anything after I passed out in Bo's arms. I wish I could forget all of the things that happened to me, but I'm not that lucky. I can remember every cut, every hit, every comment spat at me and about what I am in excruciating detail.

"Please come back to me." Someone desperately says. I hear the sound of a chair scraping against the floor close by and then a warm hand grasps my hand lightly. I feel sparks shoot through my body at the touch and immediately know who it is. "I need you to be okay. You have to be alright." This statement is said quieter and I listen for him to say something else, but only his steady breathing can be heard. It's only when I hear a soft snore that I realize he fell asleep.

I don't know how long I lay here, just listening to his steady breathing, but it's oddly comforting. He would occasionally shift his weight, making the bed move slightly, but otherwise kept my hand in his own. He even made sure not to accidentally hurt me. It's almost as if my hand is reassuring him that I'm here, but I'm honestly going no where fast in my condition.

It's another while longer before I feel myself physically able to open my eyes.

I have to blink a few to let my eyes adjust to the lighting, but they eventually focus on the plain, white ceiling of the room. I smell Bo everywhere and turn my head to see I'm in a guy's room, most likely his. The walls are a dark reddish brown color with a few band posters and framed picture hanging on its walls. Most of them are pictures of a sports team he was on and I can easily pick him out from all of the people.

I tilt my head to look down at myself and notice I'm tucked under the comforter from the waist down. There are thick, white bandages wrapped the whole way from my wrist to my elbow on both arms and a neon green cast peeking out from under the blankets at the end of the bed to take care of my broken leg. Someone dressed me in my pajama shorts and a purple tank top. Hopefully that someone wasn't one of the guys because that would be awkward.

Looking to the side of the bed, I see Bo with his head propped on one arm and his mouth slightly parted. I frown upon noticing a bandage around his shoulder from where he was shot on top of the purple bags under his eyes. It looks like he hasn't slept in days, but it makes me happy to see him sleeping now.

I unconsciously lift my arm and lightly trace the planes of his face; across his jaw, over his bottom lip and under his eyes where the purple half moons are located to show his exhaustion. He furrows his eyebrows in his slumber and I brush a loose strand of dark hair from his face.

He suddenly jumps to his feet, letting my hand go and looking frantically around the room, growling low in his throat. Upon seeing no threat, he looks to me and finally notice that I'm awake. A small smiles makes its way onto his face and he quickly sits on the edge of the bed.

"You're awake."

"Yea." I croak and a hand flies to my sore throat. He grabs a glass of water from the night stand and holds it up to my mouth to take a sip.