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I did it, I actually survived.
And they say men are stronger.
So yes, I may have a few broken fingers on my rights hand, a collapsed lung, a broken rib, some broken toes, internal bleeding, two bullet hole wounds, very damaged wrists and some other cuts and bruises butttttt apart from that, I'm all good.
It was only yesterday I woke up and Daisy explained everything that had happened including how Damian was the one that rescued me and then stayed by my side whilst I was in the coma.
Although since I've waken up, I haven't seen him. He's used Daisy to ask if he can see me three times now but I think it's more then reasonable of me to tell him to fuck the hell off. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful he saved me and all but he wouldn't of had to if he didn't come into the club and... well you know the rest.
I still don't even know why he came into the club in the first place. Did he really hate me that much? Think so little of me that he simply didn't believe I wasn't able to do my own job?
I'm just so confused right now and having to think of everything thats happened since I was taken is giving me a headache so I'm keeping it simple to stop the headache: Fuck him.
Thats it, thats my only thought I have at the moment involving him. Yes, I appreciate him saving me and when I'm able to leave this fucking bed, I'll thank him but I don't give a shit right now. So fuck him.
Oh and I'm not aloud to leave this hospital bed unless it's to go for a small walk around this room for 7 weeks.
I have to do nothing for seven weeks. Me. Not doing anything. For seven weeks. I can't even use my fucking right hand which means no throwing daggers or shooting a gun or doing anything remotely intriguing at all.
So instead of doing anything actually fun, Asher came and visited me along with Logan to see how I was doing and he brought some books with him. He told me he thinks I would like them and that if anyone asks where I got them, I had to make something up.
With nothing, and I mean nothing else to do, I reluctantly started reading one of the books about two hours ago called 'The Great Gatsby', I'm not even close to finishing it but I must say, Asher was right because it is very good and I hate to admit it but I am enjoying it.
I close the book, making a slight thud sound before I look up for the first time in five hours. I finished the book. It was good, I must say, I'll have to talk to Asher about it when he comes back here and tell him to bring more books once I've finished the other three he bought.
There's still nothing to do and I'm so goddamn bored, I could pull my eyebrow hairs out just for some sort of amusement at this point.
The doctor said that I can go for little walks so If I just walk around the compound a little, It wont hurt right?
Surely it can't and I won't run or start fighting someone spontaneously so I should be fine. After all if I can go through toucher and come out the other side I must be able to take a little walk.
I just can't sit here anymore, I'll die and that's coming from someone that nearly just died so I know what it takes and trust me, another hour of this and I'll be long gone.
I peel the covers back from legs which exposes the bandages and bruises on them. There are more around my body but like I've said already, I don't mind scars or bandages, it just proves how tough I am and how much it will take to kill me.
There's a little piece of me thats sad to see them but I push it down and slowly swing my legs over the side of the bed before I get up, using my arms to lift the rest of my body up.
It takes me a few seconds to get my balance and take a few steps but by the time I've passed the flowers and cards on the end of my bed, I'm almost walking normally.
I stagger to the door and turn the handle until the door clicked before pulling it open.
It took me to a plain white and light blue waiting room with chairs lined up at the back wall. It feels weird to be standing, like my legs haven't been used in century's, like they were put on a shelf years and years ago and they've just been taken off and over the years they've collected dust and the dust has yet to be blown off.
They're shaking and wobbling and it takes most of my strength to stay up plus the support from the door frame I'm now leaning on.
I can't make it back to the hospital bed so the most I can do is either go forward or stay here and most likely collapse so I take a deep breathe and try to take a step forward.
But before my other foot can move to catch up with the first, my leg gives in and I start falling. I'm having déjà vu because once again, I'm falling. So far and for so long. I'm about to hit the floor and I put my hands out to try and break my fall but before I can reach the cld and hard surface, I stop falling.
It's like I'm caught on a cloud and I start floating.
"God, Nova what were you thinking, are you okay?"
I don't reply, I don't know what's happening and before I can even try and guess, I'm lifted.
It's him.
I've been sitting on the floor, against the wall next to Novas door all day.
I've asked Daisy if I can see her three times now but apparently she doesn't want to see me.
I mean it's not like I don't understand why, I just want to speak to her and try to get her to forgive me or even just listen to her scream and shout about all the reasons she hates me.
I just want to see her.
So I've been sat against the wall trying to be as close to her as I can and hoping she'll change her mind I'll get to see her but It's been hours and there's so much work I have to do which I've put off for long enough.
I have to go and talk to the police to try and get the whole blowing-up-a-building-thing under raps. There's more to do then I can think of and I have to go and do as much of it as I can before another mafia take advantage of it and attack us.
God that sounded like I was a pirate captain.
I get up from the wall but before I can take a step, a hear a click from the door and my head spins so fast, I'm momentarily surprised it doesn't fall off.
She's standing in the door frame with very shaky legs and looking at the waiting room, I don't think she's seen me.
I'm so shocked she's actually standing in front of me that I haven't seemed to move until one of leg legs give in and she starts to fall.
Thats when I'm snapped back into reality and I get to her just before she hits the floor.
"God, Nova what where you thinking, are you okay?"
Why is she even out of bed? Who the fuck let her get up when she should be resting?
I lift her up and turn her in the air so I can carry her bridal style, freezing when I see her face as she does when she sees mine. It seems as though she's confused and almost annoyed to see me whereas I feel as though I'm looking at her like she's the creature of the world.
I snap back into the present and carry her back into her room, turning the light on as I pass it. I'm about 3 seconds away from the bed when she finally realises whats happening.
"Hey! Put me down Damian."
Dear God I missed her voice
"Nova you just collapsed, I'm not putting you down."
I place her onto the bed and step back, feeling the lasers she shooting at me through her eyes.
"What were you doing outside my room?"
"Just... wanted to see if you were okay."
"Thats not your job."
"I don't care."
"I do."
"Well too bad. I care."
"You shouldn't."
How did I even miss her stubbornness?
Time is eating away at the space between us and all I want to do is destroy said space and steal the time that was taken away from us, back.
"...Well?"
I think it's fair to say she isn't my biggest fan at the moment.
"Look, I'm bored and I want to shoot a gun or throw a knife but I can't because my right handed fingers are broken so instead I want to go for a walk because thats the only thing I can do so if you don't mind, I'm leaving.
She tried to get up again but before she could risk collapsing again, I sweep her up and place her back onto the bed.
"No."
"No?"
"No."
"You know I'm just going to get up again once you leave right?"
Of-fucking-course she is
"Fine. Then I won't leave."
I turn and lower myself until I'm sitting on the floor with my back leaning against the side of her bed.
"You've got to be joking me."
"No."
"Any other vocabulary in that head of yours?"
"No."
"That figures."
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