Kiss Me
Silence
Juniper's POV
"Junie, please wake up," I hear Niall cry.
I'm trying, Niall.
"Clear!" ZAP.
"Please, Junie, I can't live without you," He begs.
Niall, I love you. I'm coming for you.
"Clear!" ZAP.
Beep.......beep.....beep....
I gasp and my eyes shoot open. White spots dance across my vision and I clamp my eyes shut again, afraid to look at the light, praying it isn't the light I'm thinking of.
"Junie!" Niall screeches. I feel him grab my hand tightly and shake it a little. I wimper in pain because even my fingers hurt. Why does everything hurt so badly?
"Junie, please open your eyes again. I need to see your eyes," Niall begs. His cracking voice is enough to make me open my eyes to him.
My vision lands and focuses on his face. The tears. The bags. The smile. Oh the smile. His blue eyes draw me in and let me know I'm safe. I smile at him painfully.
"There you are," He nearly whispers. I look around and realize I'm in the hospital. Doctors and nurses are scrambling about my room, chattering about a miracle or something.
I open my mouth to speak but only a croak comes out. I look puzzled and give Niall a look of worry.
"Can you not talk?" He asks. searching my face.
I shake my head. I try o say "No" but only a squeak escapes my lips and pain takes over.
"Doctor, why can't she speak?" Niall asks the man on the other side of my bed from him.
"Ah, you see, young lady," The man says addressing me, "You sprained your vocal chords pretty badly. Nearly tore them in fact, with seemingly all the screaming over those couple days you were missing."
Missing?? I was MISSING?!
"But she talked to me right before she passed out a few days ago," Niall says. A few days?! "Why can't she talk now?"
"The vocal chords are muscles. When you strain a muscle, you must use it, but be cautious, so as to protect further damage but keep them from stiffening up. Hers stiffened up, and the injury set in while she was unconscious," The doctor explains, looking at me apologetically.
"So what does that mean?" Niall asks, concern lacing his blue irises.
"For now, I can only say they should heal normal, so long as you are gentle. Don't talk today. Talk tomorrow a little and slowly progress until you have full use," The doc says.
Niall and I nod our heads.
"We'll need to keep you overnight to make sure everything is steady, but you should be released in the morning," He says, smiling at me. I smile back and nod in thanks, hoping he can't see the pin and worry and sadness in my expression.
He leaves the room and I look down at Niall and I's clasped hands, a tear escaping my eye and trailing down my cheek.
"Hey," Niall says softly and I look up at him. He weakly smiles at me. "It'll get better, I promise. Brad won't win this. You will get better."
BRAD?! I scream in my mind, my mouth dropping and my eyes widening.
"What?" Niall asks. He searches my face. "You really don't remember?"
I shake my head and look down thinking. I grab my side and the shooting pain makes memories fly back into my mind. I remember everything. Brad stealing me, beating me, cutting me. He would have raped me had Niall not come and save me. Then he stabbed me. I remember that the most. The searing pain, the blackening vision, the cold breath of Death on my neck. My goodbye to Niall.
I look back up at Niall and more tears fall down my cheeks. I stretch my arms out to him, begging him to come cuddle me.
"Are you sure?" He asks. "I could hurt you."
I nod my head and keep my arms up. Niall nods and slowly and carefully climbs into my hospital bed with me. I wince but let him wrap me in his arms. I lay my head on his chest.
"I love you," Niall says.
In response I lean up and kiss his cheek, right on the corner of his mouth.
"I'll never let anything happen to you," He says, kissing my head.
I look into his eyes, begging him silently to kiss me.
"You are my world," He whispers, then gently but firmly kisses my lips. We taste of tears and sorrow, but also happiness and hope.
We pull back and I lay my head down again. I love this boy so much, and he loves me too. I can tell our love is real by this moment. I'm sure my bruises make me look disgusting, and the fact that I can't talk is unnerving, but the fact that he's still here makes me so happy and not care what I look like to anyone else.
This lovely silence is loud.
"Junie, please wake up," I hear Niall cry.
I'm trying, Niall.
"Clear!" ZAP.
"Please, Junie, I can't live without you," He begs.
Niall, I love you. I'm coming for you.
"Clear!" ZAP.
Beep.......beep.....beep....
I gasp and my eyes shoot open. White spots dance across my vision and I clamp my eyes shut again, afraid to look at the light, praying it isn't the light I'm thinking of.
"Junie!" Niall screeches. I feel him grab my hand tightly and shake it a little. I wimper in pain because even my fingers hurt. Why does everything hurt so badly?
"Junie, please open your eyes again. I need to see your eyes," Niall begs. His cracking voice is enough to make me open my eyes to him.
My vision lands and focuses on his face. The tears. The bags. The smile. Oh the smile. His blue eyes draw me in and let me know I'm safe. I smile at him painfully.
"There you are," He nearly whispers. I look around and realize I'm in the hospital. Doctors and nurses are scrambling about my room, chattering about a miracle or something.
I open my mouth to speak but only a croak comes out. I look puzzled and give Niall a look of worry.
"Can you not talk?" He asks. searching my face.
I shake my head. I try o say "No" but only a squeak escapes my lips and pain takes over.
"Doctor, why can't she speak?" Niall asks the man on the other side of my bed from him.
"Ah, you see, young lady," The man says addressing me, "You sprained your vocal chords pretty badly. Nearly tore them in fact, with seemingly all the screaming over those couple days you were missing."
Missing?? I was MISSING?!
"But she talked to me right before she passed out a few days ago," Niall says. A few days?! "Why can't she talk now?"
"The vocal chords are muscles. When you strain a muscle, you must use it, but be cautious, so as to protect further damage but keep them from stiffening up. Hers stiffened up, and the injury set in while she was unconscious," The doctor explains, looking at me apologetically.
"So what does that mean?" Niall asks, concern lacing his blue irises.
"For now, I can only say they should heal normal, so long as you are gentle. Don't talk today. Talk tomorrow a little and slowly progress until you have full use," The doc says.
Niall and I nod our heads.
"We'll need to keep you overnight to make sure everything is steady, but you should be released in the morning," He says, smiling at me. I smile back and nod in thanks, hoping he can't see the pin and worry and sadness in my expression.
He leaves the room and I look down at Niall and I's clasped hands, a tear escaping my eye and trailing down my cheek.
"Hey," Niall says softly and I look up at him. He weakly smiles at me. "It'll get better, I promise. Brad won't win this. You will get better."
BRAD?! I scream in my mind, my mouth dropping and my eyes widening.
"What?" Niall asks. He searches my face. "You really don't remember?"
I shake my head and look down thinking. I grab my side and the shooting pain makes memories fly back into my mind. I remember everything. Brad stealing me, beating me, cutting me. He would have raped me had Niall not come and save me. Then he stabbed me. I remember that the most. The searing pain, the blackening vision, the cold breath of Death on my neck. My goodbye to Niall.
I look back up at Niall and more tears fall down my cheeks. I stretch my arms out to him, begging him to come cuddle me.
"Are you sure?" He asks. "I could hurt you."
I nod my head and keep my arms up. Niall nods and slowly and carefully climbs into my hospital bed with me. I wince but let him wrap me in his arms. I lay my head on his chest.
"I love you," Niall says.
In response I lean up and kiss his cheek, right on the corner of his mouth.
"I'll never let anything happen to you," He says, kissing my head.
I look into his eyes, begging him silently to kiss me.
"You are my world," He whispers, then gently but firmly kisses my lips. We taste of tears and sorrow, but also happiness and hope.
We pull back and I lay my head down again. I love this boy so much, and he loves me too. I can tell our love is real by this moment. I'm sure my bruises make me look disgusting, and the fact that I can't talk is unnerving, but the fact that he's still here makes me so happy and not care what I look like to anyone else.
This lovely silence is loud.
Notes
Hey guys!Sorry for such a late update! things in my life are getting pretty busy! I may only be able to update once a week at least! hopefully more though. I'll do my best!
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