I woke up after what seemed like days. My body felt like it had just been thrown into a lawn mower.
Everything was blurry, and I felt really sleepy. Before I drifted off into Dreamland again, I noticed I was on a couch. I noticed I had been on that couch before.
I woke up a few hours later, and heard voices talking.
"Is she ok? She's been asleep for a few days now." A voice said.
"Yeah. And she hasn't eaten or drank since school Monday. It's Friday," Another one stated.
"Do we wake her up?"
"No. We need the doctor to come. Go call him up, one of you."
"I'll go with you."
"No. One of you stay with me and Zayn."
That name triggered a memory. Somebody with dark hair... And earrings! I was remembering. He was sitting on the couch last time I saw him, with people named Louis and Harry and Liam. Liam went to school with me! When was that? Monday? I think so. And Harry! He danced with me, and Niall, he danced with me too, but we drank together, and had a lot of fun! But then he said to get out... I was sad, but I went to school Monday and saw the newspaper that had us on it and then The Perfs beat me up and I thought I was dead, but then somebody took me.
It must've been the boys. Even though they were mad at me, they took me in, and cared for me, and even was calling the doctor for me. I didn't realize they cared so much. I thought they had forgotten all about me, and that I was done with them, and they were done with me.
My eyes flew open, and I saw Zayn, Louis, and Liam staring at me with their moths hanging open.
"The doctor said he was on his way, and-" Harry walked in and started talking, but saw me awake. He ran towards me, picked me up, and started spinning me around.
"Harry! Stop! I'm still in bad health!" I had to remind him.
"Oh goodness, I'm sorry!" He said, and let me go.
Niall came in, and stopped in the doorway once he saw me. I looked at him, and he ducked his head. I remembered the last conversation we had, and I looked the other way.
There was a knock at the door, and Louis answered it.
"Hello. I'm Doctor Bates. Where's the patient?" He man at the door asked.
Louis led him over to he couch.
"So she's up. That's good. Let me check your heartbeat, blood pressure, all this other doctor stuff." He said.
I tried to sit up, but the doctor pushed me back down gently.
"You're not string enough to sit up yet, so just lie on the couch for a couple days. Get these young men to bring you your meals, and hang out. Try not to move a lot. Give it until Wednesday, then you can try to stand and walk around.
"Yes doctor." We all answered something along the lines of that.
"Ok then." The doctor smiled, laughed, and let himself out.