Beep.

Oh, no…

Beep.

You have got to be kidding…

Beep.

You swear if you see an IV connected to your wrist, you’ll yank the blasted thing out.

You force your weak eyes open and survey your surroundings.

Not trusting your voice, your curse in your mind.

You hand clenches in annoyance, as your eyes scan around your hospital room.

Only then do you notice the IV jutting out of your wrist .

You bite your lip and yank the offending tube out of your body, hissing as the stinging pain sets in.

The fluid continues to drip on to the floor, making a puddle that the nurses will have to clean.

You clench your fist again, feeling the stinging soreness beginning to burn as well.

You resist covering the wound with your hand, and instead let yourself bleed on the immaculate white sheets.

You’re getting dizzy from having your eyes open,  so you slide them shut.

You head spins a bit as you let your mind come to an ease.

You go over your body, trying to feel if anything  is broken or hurt.

You take a deep breath in as you realize you’ve possibly broken or bruised a rib.

You sigh again.

You shiver and shift under the hard sheets of the stiff bed, trying to make yourself at least comfortable.

You start to think.

What happened to you this time…

You fell out of a tree.

You were at least twenty-five feet up, so you must have been rendered unconscious from the fall.

Which landed you in the hospital yet again.

You feel yourself becoming upset that you’re trapped in the hospital again.

You know if you have to see that shrink more than you already have to, you will justifiably throw a tantrum.

You mind drifts to Xaiver in an effort to calm yourself.

His face calms you almost instantly, and your body relaxes.

You yearn to see him, to touch him and nestle yourself in the nape of his neck, your favorite spot.

You miss him.

Your eyes fly open when you hear the door to your room open with a clack.

The nurse that walks in flushes when she sees you’re awake.

“Oh!” She chirps. “You’re awake.”

You nod slowly.

“That’s good to see. I’ll inform the doctors…” She says, rushing out of the room.

You roll your eyes.

The stupid woman didn’t notice the wound on your wrist, nor did she notice the fluids leaking from the bag hanging next to you.

You cough in an effort to clear your throat of whatever could be preventing you from talking.

Before you have a chance to test out your voice, a doctor rushes in and hurries to your side.

Your eyes narrow.

“Ah, so you are awake.” he says nodding.

Oh, he’s just captain obvious, isn’t he?

“You took a nasty fall this time.”

You nod again.

You remember that.

“You sustained a lovely concussion, and you wouldn’t wake up, but you appear to be fine. Can you speak?”

You shrug. You haven’t really tried.

“Well, you’ll hopeful be released by the end of this week. It’s great to see you awake, someone is here to see yo-.”

He stops, eyeballing your wrist.

You smile sheepishly.

“It must have come out while you were asleep. The stinging must have woken you up?”

You inwardly chuckle, then nod, which seemed to satisfy the doctor.

He quickly cleans and wraps the wound for you, then walks off, and you guess he’s off to get your guest.

You close your eyes,  feeling the dizziness wash over you again.

You hear arguing as you slip your eyes closed, and your brows furrow in annoyance.

You’re the idiot that hurt her in the first place! Sod off!

I wouldn’t need to-

You wouldn’t need to what, hurt her? What is this, the second time your so called unintentional bullcrap has landed her here? Do her a favor and get a life!”

You recognize Xaiver’s voice at once and smile.

He’s never been one for a temper, someone must have pissed him off.

You heard a thud and a squeaking of sneakers in the direction of your room.

You crack open your eyes again, and cock an eyebrow at your door as it swings open and in rushes Logan.

Your eyes widen in shock and your head starts to throb.

You shut your eyes tightly as memories start rushing back.

The nearly perfect friendship you shared and how it was destroyed.

The stress, the anxiety, the pressure.

You find yourself staring into a mirror through your mind’s eyes.

Your sub conscious self smashes her face into the mirror, and everything snaps back into place.

Your eyes fly open again .

Your eyes narrow and you clench your teeth.

“You…” You growl at Logan, finding your voice.

You almost want to bare your teeth like a wild animal.

Almost.

Instead you take a deep breath in that sounds like a deep hiss.

“I remember you.” You speak slowly, almost shivering at the intensity of the chill on your voice.

“You… you taunted me… lied to me… made me cry in my sleep. You helped destroy me… You.”

You swallow harshly. “Logan.”

You do remember him.

Everything came back.

That perfect friendship you shared once before.

It all seems nothing but an illusion, even though you’re aware that it did happen.

You so badly want to use the pole of your IV bag and beat the shocked expression off Logan’s face, but you resist, feeling Xaiver’s hand resting on your shoulder.

You calm yourself.

“I want you to go.” You say clearly. “I never want to see you again.”

Logan looks shocked, the expression painted on his face makes it obvious.

He has the nerve to look hurt.

You know you’ve wanted to say this to him.

You know how you’ve wanted to change.

The real reason you don’t want him around you.

You’re aware.

If he remains around you, you’ll fall backwards.

If he remains around you, you’ll because that girl that cried in the dark.

And that’s the last thing you want.

“What are you waiting for?” You demand.

“Leave.”

Logan slipped from the room without a sound.

You feel conflicting emotions.

It’s always conflicting, confusing and complex anytime you think about Logan.

He’s stubborn, and you know that this isn‘t the end.

You feel Xaiver’s arms wrap around you, and you’re comforted by his embrace.

“You’re better without him.”