My Hidden Heart

16-year-old Gianna, is in need of some help. She needs to escape. With an abusive father and step-mother, a sister that's near death, and a loving mother dying in the hospital, her life is falling apart. Until she meets Niall. He's different from other people, and madly in love with her. But he won't tell her who he is. He says it will change her life. But Gianna is in need of some change. How far will she go to find out the truth? my first fan fic/mystery story... I hope you like it! comment comment favorite favorite and like it up! :*

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17. Emergency

I wake up surrounded by beeping and a sore pain in my stomach. I clutch my side, but am tangled in a mess of wires and tubes. I look around the room, but don't recognize it, especially with the white fog covering my eyesight. The room is empty, but the curtain to my left moves. A bandage covers my left ear and I hear muffled noises. Niall laughs at something, and it makes me turn my head to him.
"Gi!"

"Where am I?" I ask groggily.

He hesitates and drops his head back while taking a deep breath.

"I probably culd have dealed with it myself, but..."

He trails off then adds,

"You didn't come out of the bathroom for awhile, and I got worried. But I know how you would feel if I went in there and you were still in the tub. Then I went to sleep, reluctantly. When I woke up, you were still in there. I called the nurses, who went in there. You had a fractured rib, and a ruptured splean. Your eyebrow had to be stitched up also. YOu went in for emergency surgery. We are still trying to figuer eout what you did in there. The nurses suggested your were phsycotic, but I know your sane, just shaken."

I struggle to remember what happened last night, but have no memory of anything other than the envelope. I never read it! I thrash around and try to pry the tubes out of my arms. Niall rushes over and presses me down with his pale arms. He calls for "Angelica" and I continue to try to rebel against him.

She comes in and gasps at the sight of me. I scream at the top of my lungs. "Angelica" wraps leather straps around my wrists and ankles. I give up and clench my mouth shut. Two more nurses speed over to my bed. they mumble to each other,

"Yeah, admit her to Arkham, Dr. Grinlan loves new patients...... she may need special meds....... "

I moan in frustration and glare at Niall. How could he let me be considered phsyco? He crosses his arms and stares at the floor. He heavily sighs, and backs out of the room. I try to unstrap the ties quietly, when one of the nurses comes over with a pink liquid she had prepared 5 minutes earlier. I untie the binds and knock the pink "happy juice" out of her hand. I yank the other strap as hard as I can and roll out of the bed. They forgot to fasten the ones attached to my ankles so I easily move from the bed.

Angelica holds me back, hard. I bring my arms up and shove her out of my way. She falls back into the metal rolling table, knocking over needles and syringes. Her arm reaches up to her head, which is underneath the metal rack. Everyone chases after me, except for Niall, who seems to be sobbing in the corner.

I know in my mind that I am sane, but right now, my mind can only think of escape. I run down the hall, with freezing cold tiles and bare feet. A phone rings to the right of me, and a male doctor picks it up. Before I can even hear what he says, he chases after me, and in a matter of seconds is on top of me. I give up the fight, and surrender to one of the nurses shoving a long, thick needle into the muscle of my arm.

Blackness.

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