Broken Generation (Sequel to Don't Go)

Chapter 15

** Crimson's P.O.V. **

My eyes slowly opened and I groaned softly- tears springing to my eyes as I tried to look around. White- white walls, beds, everything was some ugly shade of white and made my head throb. I heard a beep and looked to my right- watching the heart monitor move.

I was in the hospital. I closed my eyes tightly- tears leaking out of my eyes and down my cheeks. I was still here. I was still on earth. I held my breath for as long as I could- lungs burning as the heart monitor started to drop in speed. When I felt like I was about to implode I opened my mouth- fresh air rushing in and refueling my lungs. The heart monitor sped up to my normal heart rate and I felt needles in my arms.

"No." I whispered, softly starting to cry as I struggled to move. Everything was heavy- and my mind was foggy. My nails cut into the palm of my hand as I clenched my fists- my cries turning into full blown sobs. I numbly reached for my arm- my fingers feeling thick as I struggled to rip out the needles.

"I just wanted to fly! Let me fly!" I cried out- nails scraping at the tape that was holding the needle in my skin. The door to my room opened and I heard voices somewhere, hands grabbing my own and holding them down- stopping me from ripping out the needle.

"Just let me fly!" I screamed- jerking to the left as I tried to rip my arm out of the mysterious person's grip.

"Sedate her!" Someone somewhere shouted and I cried out- snarling through my tears as well as struggling to breath. Everything was warped and spinning- my head feeling like it was about to split open. There was a pinch in my upper arm and I tried to jerk in the other direction- screaming out something incoherently. My arms went numb and my back met the bed again- my sobs softening as I started to drift back into the murky darkness of the recesses of my brain.

"No." I whispered- my voice barely audible as I blacked out.

When I woke up again there was a warm handle cradling my cold hand- a voice softly whispering something, probably to someone else. I just laid there- listening to them half heartedly as I tried to force myself back into the darkness- as I tried to let go. Why couldn't they just let me go- why couldn't they just let me fly. After a few minutes of not being able to blackout, I let my eyes open slowly. Tears stung at my eyes again despite trying to prepare for the whiteness- and I looked to my right.

Austin's voice was a soft hum as he spoke to himself- head faced down as he slightly rocked back and forth.

"A-austin?" I whispered, and he looked up at me, blinking a few times. I watched the tears travel down his face and if I didn't feel bad enough before I sure as hell did now, trying to move my arm to wipe them away, though I couldn't.

"Hey bluebird. How are you feeling?" He asked softly, and I groaned, closing my eyes. I could see everything that led up to this point in perfect clarity- as if I was recreating it again.

"Everything hurts." I whispered- half the sentence disappearing behind the croak and hoarseness of my voice. He sadly smiled, kissing the top of my and- being careful of the needle stuck in it.

"You've been out for a while... about a month." He said and I let out a short sigh- closing my eyes against the blaring whiteness of the hospital.

"So long..." I whispered, and Austin hummed in agreement. He stroked my hand softly- and I relaxed a little bit. I don't know how long it was before Austin started speaking again- words of dread leaving his mouth and entering my ears.

"The hospital says you have to go through rehab... even if they said nothing about it, we planned on sending you to rehab... I think you understand why." His voice was so soft and lulling- like it was when I first confessed to him. I opened my eyes and looked over at him, tears starting to fall down my cheeks.