Chapter 8

I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes feeling a slight twitch in my left side where my ribs were. I found that I was in a white room, which I immediately recognised as the hospital. Wait, why was I in the hospital? I blinked my eyes rapidly when I saw Ashley looming over me with tears in her eyes. She cried out my name. I heard the vibration of yells in the room and struggles. I tried to speak but my throat was so dry. Ash then got me a plastic cup of water and she helped me sip the cold refreshing water. It was then I licked my lips slowly, I opened my mouth to speak.

“Why am I here?”

It turned out that I was hit by a car when I was crossing the road outside the Metro a month and half ago. Wait! A month and half ago? I asked her that question and she signed to me since my hearing aid wasn’t on. I had been in a coma since that incident and nearly everybody had been visiting me everyday. Yes, you heard right, almost everybody.

I was helped to sit up, I winced at how painful my ribs felt. I was told that the doctors had to perform surgery on my ribs because I had shards of glass imbedded inside which caused me to have major blood loss. I saw Ashley looking sad and I was confused to why she was sad. I saw Miriam and I smiled weakly at her as she gave me a light hug – careful not to hurt me in any way. She handed me my hearing aid so I put it on and switched it on so I could hear. God, it felt great to hear everyone’s voices. The other girls and the lads were there. It was amusing because Kian and Shane shoved the doctor out of me room saying quality time was needed.

“Em…”

I looked over at Ash, I frowned as she grabbed my hand. She bit her lower lip and she informed me that Mark never visited me not because he had felt guilty about saying what he had said under the influence of the alcohol. He was in a relationship with Lou. I was stunned. He was with Lou now. Did he even have any idea that she was just simply using him for her own personal needs? I looked down staring at my hands that was currently linked with Ash’s. The guys decided that they should leave me and Ash alone. The girls left with them, including Mir. Ashley just stayed with me, pulling me into a light hug, letting me sob on her shoulder. The only sound that echoed in my room was my tortured cries. She rubbed my back, which helped a lot. I also felt wet tears splash on my back. Ashley was crying for me because she knew what I went through – remember I told you that Lou stole her ex boyfriend a long time ago.

Later on, I was staring outside the window, listening to my CD player that Miriam had brought over for me to listen to. I was grateful to her for that. The other lads promised to visit me later on. They had a interview to attend to. I sighed to myself as I wiped a stray tear that fell down once more. My eyes were red from earlier on. I just couldn’t cry anymore. I had emptied myself on Ash’s shoulder, which rather scared her because she had never seen me cry that hard before. Neither did Miriam to be honest and she’s my older cousin. I hated being confined to this stupid bed.

I couldn’t do much not when I had busted ribs. They normally took about six or 8 weeks to heal but I had to wait a few more weeks because of the surgery thing. The doctor who was assigned to me told me that the stitches were to be taken out tomorrow. It’s gonna hurt like hell I know it will but not as bad I’m feeling after hearing about Mark and Lou being together. Everyone left me alone in peace though. Which was what I kind of needed. I needed to think about things. But I couldn’t not when I was in hospital. You must think I’m stupid crying over something I never had.

More tears came down my face but to me they were just empty. My heart was empty. It felt as if my soul had been torn away from me. It was then I realised the reason I was acting like this – I’m in love with Mark. I always was. Which only spurned my thinking more. I needed to leave London. I pressed the call button.

I waited for a nurse to walk in to ask what it was I needed. I asked her if I could use the phone. She told me to wait until she went to get it. It wasn’t long until she came back with a grey telephone in her right hand. She left me alone in peace handing me the phone on my lap. I stared at it for about 10 minutes before picking up the receiver and placing it on my left ear before dialling a number that I knew by heart. I waited until I heard a much-needed voice pick up after the second ring tone. That started me off again.

“I wanna come home.”