You Are Everything I See ~One Direction FanFic

Part Thirteen

Part Thirteen

Lia’s POV

My eyes felt heavy as I tried to open them. I struggled for a few minutes; try to open them, but eventually I gave up.

Where was I? What happened? Why does my head sting like a b*tch?

It hurts to think. But I need to understand what’s going on.

I remember… I had gone to Alton Towers with the boys… yes, I fell asleep and Zayn took me back to their hotel room… it was three o’clock in the afternoon… I had to go home… I thought Dylan wasn’t there, but he was… he saw pictures from Alton Towers… he was really mad… punches… kicks… I hit my head… cigarette burns.

My mind throbbed and tears stung my un-open eyes. I immediately stopped thinking about what happened. I didn’t want to think about it anymore. Was I dead? Is this what being dead felt like?

The annoying beeping noise pulled me from my thoughts.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

It was a constant, steady noise, but very annoying.

Maybe it was an alarm clock?

I tried to open my eyes again, after a minute of trying, and failing, my eyelids finally complied with my requests and my eyes fluttered open.

I immediately regretted the decision as harsh light intruded my vision. I blinked furiously, as my eyes took their time in readjusting to the sudden blinding light. I looked around the room.

White.

Everything was white. White walls. White ceiling. White curtains. White doors. White floor. White machines. Wait? Machines…

I double-took and looked at the machines again. Suddenly, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was in hospital.

A doctor walked in and smiled at me. “You’re awake,” he smiled.

“Hmm,” I muttered, not trusting my voice, as my throat felt like sand paper.

“Here,” the doctor noticed my discomfort and passed me a glass of water, which I gladly gulped down.

“H-How long have I been…?” I asked; my voice still a little raspy from not being used in a while.

“Asleep?” the doctor asked and I nodded, “Not long, only a day, some patients are out longer than others.”

“Oh…” I nodded and then winced, as the pain in my head increased.

“Are you in pain?” He asked me.

“No,” I lied, and shook my head, but winced again as the pain, once again, got worse.