I Knew You Would
Chapter 4
I need a mirror. I have to see what the rest of y body looks like. I look up and down my arms to see if there are any needles in my skin. None. Good.
Sitting up is painful. Every time I move it feels like a knife stabbing me in the back. It takes me a while to get the courage to stand up. But as soon as I do, I hurry to the bathroom and close the door. My hands go behind my back untying the hospital gown and realeasing it from my body.
I examine my bare skin in the reflection, starting at my toes. Cuts and bruises cover my legs. A few tiny marks cover my ribs. I look at my face and gasp. A long cut runs from the center of my forehead to the top of my right cheek. I turn around, shocked to see a long bruise covering the bottom half of my spine.
I can't look at myself anymore. I'm hideous! I kneel down to the ground, keeping my back as straight as possible, and pick up my hospital gown. Retting it hurts my fingers.
Once I get back to bed, it doesn't take long for me to drift off into sleep.
When I wake up, there is food on a tray in front if me. I look to my right to see the clock on the wall. 12:47 p.m. Wow, I slept late.
I reach over to the remote that will move my bed to sit up. I press the "UP" button until I'm most comfortable. Breakfast looks surprisingly good for a hospital. I have a small blueberry muffin, cinnamon roll, and milk. Before I know it, my tray is completely empty, besides the leftover dishes.
"Knock, knock." I hear someone say as they open the dire, walking in. It's Harry. He pulls up a chair to the side if my bed and sits down.
"How are you feeling this morning?" He asks taking my left hand.
"A little sore." I respond.
He grins a little and looks down, rubbing his thumb over my scrapes. "The doctor said you can leave soon. They're almost done with the paperwork."
I nod. I don't feel like talking. How can I not remember my own fiancé?
"You need anything?" Harry asks trying to break the silence.
I shake my head and lean back closing my eyes. After a few minutes later I'm surprised when Harry starts kissing the cuts o my hands.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Sorry," he says almost immediately, "I just...hate seeing you in pain."
This is really strange. How can he care so much for me when I don't even know who he is?
We both look to the doorway when two nurses walk in with a wheelchair. "You're free to go, Miss." One of them says. After they assist me in the wheelchair, Harry pushes me down the hall to the parking lot. He helps me up while the nurses take the wheelchair inside.
"Alright." He says putting an arm around my waist to keep me from falling over, "The rental car is just around the corner."
My mind goes blank until I realize I'm sitting on smooth black leather seats. Harry hops in the drivers seat. He must have helped me in.
"Safety first." He says while leaning over me reaching for the seatbelt. I close my eyes as I take in the sweet scent of him. They quickly open when I hear the click of the seatbelt.
I don't remember the car ride.
Sitting up is painful. Every time I move it feels like a knife stabbing me in the back. It takes me a while to get the courage to stand up. But as soon as I do, I hurry to the bathroom and close the door. My hands go behind my back untying the hospital gown and realeasing it from my body.
I examine my bare skin in the reflection, starting at my toes. Cuts and bruises cover my legs. A few tiny marks cover my ribs. I look at my face and gasp. A long cut runs from the center of my forehead to the top of my right cheek. I turn around, shocked to see a long bruise covering the bottom half of my spine.
I can't look at myself anymore. I'm hideous! I kneel down to the ground, keeping my back as straight as possible, and pick up my hospital gown. Retting it hurts my fingers.
Once I get back to bed, it doesn't take long for me to drift off into sleep.
When I wake up, there is food on a tray in front if me. I look to my right to see the clock on the wall. 12:47 p.m. Wow, I slept late.
I reach over to the remote that will move my bed to sit up. I press the "UP" button until I'm most comfortable. Breakfast looks surprisingly good for a hospital. I have a small blueberry muffin, cinnamon roll, and milk. Before I know it, my tray is completely empty, besides the leftover dishes.
"Knock, knock." I hear someone say as they open the dire, walking in. It's Harry. He pulls up a chair to the side if my bed and sits down.
"How are you feeling this morning?" He asks taking my left hand.
"A little sore." I respond.
He grins a little and looks down, rubbing his thumb over my scrapes. "The doctor said you can leave soon. They're almost done with the paperwork."
I nod. I don't feel like talking. How can I not remember my own fiancé?
"You need anything?" Harry asks trying to break the silence.
I shake my head and lean back closing my eyes. After a few minutes later I'm surprised when Harry starts kissing the cuts o my hands.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Sorry," he says almost immediately, "I just...hate seeing you in pain."
This is really strange. How can he care so much for me when I don't even know who he is?
We both look to the doorway when two nurses walk in with a wheelchair. "You're free to go, Miss." One of them says. After they assist me in the wheelchair, Harry pushes me down the hall to the parking lot. He helps me up while the nurses take the wheelchair inside.
"Alright." He says putting an arm around my waist to keep me from falling over, "The rental car is just around the corner."
My mind goes blank until I realize I'm sitting on smooth black leather seats. Harry hops in the drivers seat. He must have helped me in.
"Safety first." He says while leaning over me reaching for the seatbelt. I close my eyes as I take in the sweet scent of him. They quickly open when I hear the click of the seatbelt.
I don't remember the car ride.
10/26/13