Over Again

My eyes opened as I adjusted my blurry vision to the bright white light. As my vision cleared slightly, I was able to make out that I was on a staid room, mostly white, with no windows, but a white bean bag chair and a door in the corner of the room. I realized I was lying down, and I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in my chest prevented me, as I had a sharp intake of breath. I looked around too see parts of my body wrapped in plasters, and drips around me, going into me. It came to me that I was in a hospital. I looked around even more, and found a glass of water and a call button on my right hand side. I downed the glass before pressing the button, nervous as to what was happening. I felt nauseous, restricted and tired. Within a few seconds, the door in the corner opened to reveal a woman dressed in white.
Memories came rushing back into my head as I began to feel dizzy again. The nurse said something, but I couldn't understand, too caught up in them. Scenes were played in my mind as though I was watching my life as a movie.
Harry told me that he has feelings for me.
Louis told me he has feelings for me.
I broke up with Louis before we even started. I did it because I thought it was the right thing to do. But, he must feel so broken. Think I'm a horrible person, which I am.
My crying as I left his house, unclear.
Biking.
A car coming towards me, as I was oblivious to all around me, caught up in my thoughts.
Blinding force.
Flying across the road.
Onto another car.
Off onto the road.
Something running over me.
Pain.
Sirens.
People.
Being surrounded by something thick, and dark, my eyes drifting closed.
Being loaded into an ambulance.
Someone stroking my hair.

Wait, what? Stroking my hair? That's impossible. My memory's probably messed up. But I DO remember something like that sensation! What?
"Jenna? Sweetie? Are you okay?", the voice of the nurse taking me from my strange thoughts. I nodded, still in a daze, unwilling to speak.
"I'm so sorry Jenna. But you're okay now, you're safe. Do you remember what happnened? The accident?", she asked me gently. Again, I nodded. She seemed to get the idea. Then, I heard some familiar voices as she checked the drips and my heartbeat.
"Is there anyone there to see me? Their names are Liam, Louis, Zayn, Harry and Niall. Is there anyone?", I asked the nurse as she smiled.
"Yes, they've been here quite a while. Ever since your accident four days ago. I heard they're even taking turns sleeping here. Are they your brothers?", she asked me as I blushed. They SLEPT here? For ME? After what I did to Louis?
I thought they would hate me and that I would have to live with it- just have to cope. But no. They've been sleeping here. It seems unreal.
"Two girls named Ashley and Chloe wanted to see you as well- they visit everyday. I think that they're a little bit older than you?", the nurse asked me. "They should be coming anytime now, they usually come late afternoon.
I smiled at her perception of me being younger than I am in reality- my height did enough to mask my age, as I told her that they are my friends from school- my grade. She asked me if I would like to see the boys, to which I agreed after a few minutes of thought and carefully weighing out pros and cons.
Pros:
I really want to see them
They probably want to see me because they've been here
I want to say sorry
I want to be friends with Louis and Harry
They're my friends
They're who I have right now- not even my parents who currently can't get in touch with the hospital due to their technology detox trip

Cons:
What if I can't convince them that I'm sorry
What if they hate me?
What if this is all just a trick?
It seems unrealistic that they would SLEEP here, however much I would feel special
What if we can't be friends anymore?
What if I can't cope?
What if...

The pros overpowered the cons, but that didn't erase my unease, even though I would love for it to. The nurse left, and I heard several footsteps coming closer to the door as I built up my strength to face them. The door creaked open and the first face I saw was Harry's, wearing an expression of happiness, relief, worry and concern all mixed together in one. I immediately looked down upon the crinkled white sheets I lay in, as the floor was now not an option because I lay in a bed.

"H-Hey guys... What's up?", I tried to speak as if it were a normal day. Even though I was speaking to them with several kinds of things going into me, plasters all over my body, and God knows what else.
"What's up? What's up? The fact that you nearly died is what's up Jenna. It's up that we've barely been able to sleep, the boys and Ashley and Chloe. They rarely stay because every time they look at you like this, they're nearly in tears. That's what's up", Louis said, his face angry.
The thought in my mind is "I'm a horrible person to do this to him, he doesn't deserve me, none of them do", as I don't even realize that I'm crying until a cold tear runs over my cheek, and I quickly brush it away, hoping that no one saw it. But who was I kidding? There were 5 pairs of eyes trained on me, tracking my every move.
I looked up again, trying to hide the fact that I'm choking back a lump in my throat to stop me from sobbing to see everyone throw an angry glance at Louis, whose expression had now turned from angry and worried to guilty as he looked down at his shoes. In Harry's case, he stared at him with eyes that never seemed to blink, ice cold with rage.
"H-h-h-Harry", I managed to say after trying to prevent sobs. He looked straight at me as his expression softened, intent.""D-d-don't. It's not Louis' fault. He has a right to be angry with m-m-me. D-don't say that to h-him, or anyth-thing else."
Harry instantly walked over to me and looked at the others, signalling that he'd like a moment alone as they reluctantly complied, him having to throw them stares as they retreated from the room silently.
Then, Harry kicked his shoes off and said,"Move a little bit, please", as I slowly moved myself towards the right of the bed as he carefully came into bed with me, it took him a while. Once he had lay down, he put a hand around my waist as I snuggled into him, my head resting on his chest, and let all the bottled up sobs out, drenching his black t-shirt with salty tears.

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