Still Mine

What if someone said something to you, trying to discourage you from following your dreams. Would you give up on that dream? Or would you follow that dream and prove them wrong. What if the person who tired to discourage you came to an event of your dream that is now reality and tried to win you back?

My name is Olivia Wilson, and I know what I'd do.


70. Chapter 70

Chapter 70

Harry’s POV

I opened my eyes after realizing I closed them. I looked around at my surroundings, it was dark outside, so I only saw what was illuminated by the streetlights.

The wreckage that my carelessness caused didn’t seem too bad, but I knew it was. It wasn’t long until I heard the sounds of police cars and ambulances come. I tried to sit up and get out of the car, but was stopped by an aching pain in my chest. Me and the car I ran into were both on the side of the rode, and probably on the verge of our cars flipping to the side, I knew mine was.

The ambulance and police cars parked near our cars, blocking off the lane. A saw a few men hop out of the white truck and made their way over to either car.

Once they helped me out of the car, they brought me up to one of the ambulances and had me sit on a cot in the back. I watched as I saw someone being carried on a stretcher away from the car I hit and to the other ambulance.

“Is that person going to be okay?” I asked the nurse who has handing me an ice pack.

I brought the ice up to my head where she told me as I waited for her answer.

“Hard to say considering I haven’t seen the injuries, my guess is they probably will be. The wreck could’ve been worse,” she told me.

The back of the ambulance was still open, so I looked out at the wreck I caused. My car was pretty banged up in the front. The other car had damaged in the front as well, but it was also banged up at the side, like it might’ve skidded on the side then flipped back upright. I watched as the police officers when up to check out the damage of the cars.

The nurse stood in front of me, blocking my view, as she placed a band-aid above my lip.

“Okay we’re going to take you back to the hospital now to make sure everything is okay, and then get this wreck situation figured out,” the nurse told me.

“Okay,” I said as the back of the ambulance was closed.

“So do you want to tell me what happened?” the nurse asked me as the vehicle began to move.

“Well, I hit another car,” I told her.

“Do you want to tell me what caused that to happen?”

“Not really,” I replied.

“You do know that we will be taking a sobriety test on you and checking your blood alcohol levels,” she informed me.

“So it looks like you already know what happened,” I replied.

“Would you like to tell me what caused you to do this?” she asked.

“I’d rather not talk about my problems with someone who could go and blab it to tabloids and get even more people to hate me,” I snapped.

“Why would people hate you?”

“Why are you asking me so many questions?” I hastily asked.

“Look, I’m just doing my job,”

“I don’t think asking me about my personal life is part of your job,” I said quietly, but loud enough for her to hear.

I heard her sigh, her attempts to talk to me and calm me down failed.

The rest of the ride to the hospital was pretty silent. I watched as the nurse scribbled things down on her clipboard. I played with the hem of my shirt, and watched the different items in glass jars clink around from the movement of the vehicle. The ice from my ice pack was beginning to melt, so I took it off from my head, and threw it in the trash can next to where I was sitting.

It seemed like this ride was taking forever, they were obviously in no hurry to get me to hospital, and I can’t say I blame them.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I took it out to reveal Niall’s name on the screen. I contemplated answering, but I went ahead and picked up the call.

“Hello?” I said. “Hey Harry, what’s up?” Niall asked. “Not much, just sitting in an ambulance,” I replied. “You’re what?!” Niall asked, and I could sense his eyes going wide in shock and his mouth falling open. 

“I got in a wreck,” I said.

“Please get off your phone,” the nurse told me, and I rolled my eyes at her.

“What happened?” Niall asked me.

“I’ll tell you later, I got to go,” I said and hung up the phone.

Awhile later, we finally arrived at the hospital. They had me checked in, and I was brought to one of the hospital rooms. The doctor insisted that I get every inch of my body checked and scanned. The nurse then whispered something to him, and then he changed his mind and insisted they check my intoxication first.

The doctor left the room and then came back a few minutes later white a kit, and set it on a roller table and brought it over to me.

“You can go ahead and check on the other patient of this wreck,” the doctor told the nurse, and she nodded and left.

“Have you been drinking?” the doctor asked as he grabbed my arm and without warning pushed the needle into me arm.

“You’re about to find out aren’t you?”

“Yes, but the amount of alcohol in your system may have lessened from the time the wreck happened,” he informed me.

“Okay,” I said.

“So can you tell me how much you drank?” he asked.

“I don’t know, a bottle and a half?” I guessed.

“You do realize you have broken the law right?”

“I’m aware,” I said.

“You’re already in trouble, but considering the injuries of the person you hit will determine your final punishment,” the doctor informed me.

“Okay,” I said.

“You’re being surprisingly calm. I hope you realize that if the person you ran into dies or is severely injured, you will have many charges held against you and you can be arrested,” the doctor told me.

“Couldn’t I be arrested now, just for drinking and driving?”

“Yes,” the doctor said.

“So why am I here?” I asked.

“Because unfortunately you have been injured, so we are going to fix you up first,”

“So once I’m better are they going to put me in a holding cell or something?” I asked him.

“Doubtful,” he simply said.

I wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but I’m guessing he was only saying that to calm my nerves. He’s probably sensed by now that I’m starting to worry. Talking about all this arrest, and having charges being pressed against me is starting to worry me. What if the person I hit dies? I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I killed someone.

“You can go ahead and lay down,” the doctor said as he closed the kit.

I began to lean back, but winced in pain as the ache in my chest began to pierce in pain again. I brought my hand to the hurt area, and slowly lied down until my head hit the pillow. 

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