Bella’s POV

“Harry you really need to sleep, love”, I hear a gentle voice say. I try to look for the lady saying it, but all I see is black, darkness. Where am I? “Or at least eat something please. I’ll go get you some soup?” Oh, my eyes must be closed.

Okay, Bella. Let’s work on that first. It’s easy, really. I can usually do it all the time. Why can’t I do this right now?

“Has she made any progress today?”, a weird voice says. Okay, what do I know for sure? Let’s figure this out. He’s a guy. And he has a weird accent. Maybe British or Irish? I’m pretty sure it’s British. I don’t really know though, I’m bad at this.

“No, none. The doctors say she should wake up any day now though.” Okay, this time it’s a deeper voice, obviously a guy. He sounds different than the first guy who talked. Alright, the first guy must’ve been Irish because the second guy is definitely British. Why can’t I just open my eyes? This is getting frustrating!

So, who’s waking up? Me? Am I the “she”? Oh my gosh! I’m not awake! I’m some sort of asleep! I need to wake up. I’m so scared, what if I can’t wake up? Wait, I’m already awake kind of. Just open your eyes, Bella!

Let’s just focus on one thing at a time. My feet. Can I move my feet? I try and wiggle my toes. I think I’m doing it!! Okay, now my fingers. Yes, I’m doing it for sure this time. I can feel it!
Now here’s the big one, my eyes. All I need to do is open my eyes. On the count of three. One… Two… Three…

I blink a few times before opening them for sure. It takes my eyes a minute to get used to the bright light I haven’t seen in… I don’t even know how long! Okay Bella, good job! My eyes are open. Let’s keep taking this one step at a time.

First, let’s figure out who was talking before. I sit up in an unbelievable amount of pain and tilt my head a little to look to the right. There are four boys staring at me in disbelief. They look familiar, but I have no idea who they are.

Why am I in a hospital room?

Why are these people here?

Who are these people?

Ohmygosh, this is all so overwhelming. The pain I’m feeling means I’m definitely not physically stable. I’m also not emotionally stable because… well I just woke up in a hospital room with four boys who I don’t know staring at me. I think I’m mentally stable though? I mean, I’m thinking all of this but I don’t know. I really don’t know.

I can feel tears begin to sting my eyes. Okay, Bella. Don’t just stare at them because they’ll just stare right back at you.

“Wh-who are you?”, I manage to stutter out. Scared. That’s the word I’m feeling! I’m scared as hell. There are just so many questions I have, and yet not a single one has been answered.

I look between the guys. There’s the one with shorter, kinda lighter brown hair. He kinda has a beard. Not really, but kinda. He has tattoos up and down his arms. Then there’s the blonde one. He seems nice enough. I don’t see any tattoos, but I don’t know… maybe he has some? His hair looks a little messy in it’s “quiff” I think it’s called or something like that. Whatever.

The other two look like they’re about to cry. They look more familiar than the other two. The one next to the blonde guy also has tattoos up and down his arms, but he looks kind. He has longer hair (it was brushed in front of his face) than the first two, but definitely not as long as the guy next to him.

This last guy had long dark hair and a few tattoos. And while all the guys were good looking, he was by far the hottest. He walks over to me with a few tears dropping from his eyes. He kneels down and grabs my hand giving it a quick kiss.

“What do you mean who are we?” the third guy said quietly. We’ll call him number three, the guy kissing me number four, blonde can be number two, and the first guy with the wannabe beard will be number one. Until I learn all their names of course.

“I mean, I just woke up to be in a hospital room with four complete strangers staring at me”, I give him some attitude, “So, who are you?”

He looks at the ground then quickly runs his eyes onto me, number four (who is still crying and holding my hand next to my bed), and number one and two, before looking back at the ground.

“I’m Liam”, number one says also looking at the ground. Okay, number one is called Liam. Great, I’m making progress.

“I’m Niall”, number two says slowly. He must’ve been one of the people I heard talking earlier. The one asking if “she” made any progress.

I looked between numbers three and four to see if they were gonna say anything, but they remain silent. “Um, Niall?”, I say as he picks his head up to look at me, “Were you the one asking if ‘she made any progress’ earlier?”

His eyes widen as he nods his head. “Ok. Well, I hope whoever she is makes progress and gets better.”

This makes everyone sad again. I don’t know why. I’m wishing someone good health. I think I like Niall so I should want his friend to feel better.

Niall elbows number three and whispers something quick to him, “Oh, I’m Louis.”, number three says still staring at the floor. “And that is Harry.” Louis clarifies as Harry picks his head up and looks at me.

“You really don’t know who we are?”, Harry finally says.

“Am I supposed to?”

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