Niall's Fire

-Lily-

Staying in the hospital was as boring as it sounds. Pretty much a drag. I have slept more in my life, which my doctor said was good for me. I would usually be thankful for this opportunity, but now I was kind of sick of sleeping.

You want to know something else I was sick of? I mean like sick to death of? Crying. Everyone who came in would immediately start bawling. I don't know why either. I'm alive. I escaped with a broken leg and a few broken ribs and a few torn muscles. I knew, even without the doctor telling me, that it could have been a lot worse, and that I am extremely lucky.

I was no work of art. In fact, I kind of looked just a bit like a shit show. My leg was bruised and bloated and disguisting, but it was in a cast so I didn't have to see it. I also didn't bother to lift my shirt to look at the scars on my ribs. My face though. I had to look at my face every time I went to the bathroom. It was pretty bad.

I had a substantial black eye, a busted lip, and a bunch of random cuts and scrapes. All together, this patchwork of injuries made me look like some sort of frankenstien. It was a disaster, but I was feeling alright. If only I had someone here all the time looking after me besides the annoying nurses that insisted calling me sweety. Probably because they forgot my name.

My parents couldn't be there at all times because they obviously had to go home and take care of my little brother, Daniel, and they had to go to work. So I was just chillin here. But seriously on the inside I was ready to die. It was super ironic actually.

I got obsessed with this show called Numb3rs where this FBI agent calls in his genius math professor brother to help him solve cases. My favorite moment in the show, and probably in the hospital so far was when one of the other agents, Colby, turns to his partner David when they had just found a man dead. He was shot in his bed and there was blood over virtually half the mattress. So this guy Colby turns to David and says "I'm no doctor," [dramatic pause] "but I don't think this man died in his sleep."

And I was just so done at that point so I just yelled out "YA NO SHIT COLBY"

and then I heard someone laughing. I realized then that the door to the hall was open, and a boy was sitting there, watching me. He was gorgeous I realized too, and instantly felt ashamed.

But I'm not the kind of person who will show my weakness. I smirked at him. He raised an eyebrow back at me.

"What you watching?" he asked. He was in a wheelchair.

"This BS FBI show." I replied sarcastically. It was the only way I knew how.

"Care if I join? Looks fun." he replied. I could feel myself getting stressed. I wasn't the type of girl who ever had a lot of guys paying attention to her. Sure I had guy friends, but I had never been looked at in a way that he was looking at me.

At that moment, I also became aware of my excessive scarring and my paper napkin dress that barley concealed my chest area. Yikes. This really was a disaster.

But he was so beautiful.

So I just said "Sure, why not?" and smiled as he wheeled himself into me room, shutting the door behind him.

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