My eyes were hazy as I slowly turned my head to see the figure up against the dark window that had rain beating against it's large square frame. I I begin to breathe heavily as I realise I'm in a hospital bed. Suddenly the figure began moving towards me until I make out Dylan. He has scratches over his face and a dark bruising under his shirt. "Dylan." Whimper. I began to sit up and winced from a burning pain in my stomach. He was trying not to cry as I could tell. "Dylan, what happened? Why am I here?" I frantically asked.
He then let a tear fall onto his cheek, "I'm so sorry, Carter."
"Dyl, answer me." I demand frantically. "Carter, you're... You're hurt. It's all my fault." He sobbed. "Dylan, where's Shane?" "The lobby."
"Okay. Now, Dylan. You need to tell me what happened." I cupped his cheek with my small hand. I winced in pain from my arm. "You were with me- on the way to my promotion. I wasn't paying attention. I'm so sorry. I didn't see the truck." Dylan sobbed. I've never seen him this emotional in the 8 years I've known him as my brother. "It hit your side, Carter. The seatbelt failed. The only reason you're alive is because I tried to stop you with my hand." I let Dylan cry as he held my hand against his face. "Thank you." I whispered. "Carter?" I heard Shane's broken voice. I looked up at the doorway. "Shane." I said the word through a sigh of relief. "Dylan, son. I think she's okay. You get home. Take the bus. You need some rest." Dylan looked at me for an answer. "Go ahead, Dyl. I'm fine." I nodded and kissed his cheek. As soon as he left, Shane hurried to my side and kissed my forehead. "I'm so glad you're okay." Said Shane. I laughed slightly, "Okay? I'm just glad I'm not dead yet." Suddenly it hit me like a wall of bricks. "Holy shit. Where's Niall?" I asked it. Shane smiled softly, "he's in the lobby. They're only allowing family at the moment." "How long was I out?" "Just two days. They've done surgery." I nodded. I was glad I wasn't asleep for several days. "Is Dylan going to be okay?" I asked. Shane nodded. "God, Car, you're worrying about everyone while you're in a hospital bed." Shane chuckled. I blushed and rubbed my eyes with the one arm that didn't have needles in it. "When do I get out of here?" Shane squeezed my hand thoughtfully, "I'll find the doctor and ask him. You just sit tight." He makes his way to the door before called his name. He looked over his shoulder, "Can you see if they can bring Niall in? It'll make me feel a lot better." I blush at my words and bite the inside of my lip. Shane smiles, "Sure thing, Sweetheart." I sat in silence, my eyes closed and my head against my pillow. I then felt someone squeeze my hand, and I smiled thinking of Niall. My smile immediately turned into a face of horror at who was standing alone in the room with me. "Miss me, Babe?" Kit asked with a smirk spread along his lips. "Get out." I grit my teeth as I snarl at him. "You know, I didn't plan on killing you that night I tried to spend time with you-" "You mean rape me and cut open my face? Yeah call that-" "Shut the fuck up, you slut." He stopped me. "But then, when you decided to be a bitch. I decided I do want you out of my life." He dug the needle in my arm deeper into the skin causing me to squeal. "It's going to take a lot more to hurt me, you bastard." I snap. Kit smirked and pushed hard trachea. The pain was unbearable, but someone yanked him off of me. I see Niall with Kit against the wall, "You ever lay another fucking finger on her, I'll rip your head off." I notice the doctor behind the two as Niall threw Kit on the ground. "I'm calling the authorities." The doctor says. Niall hand him his phone without one word. "What was that young man's name, Niall?" He asked. "Kit Matthews." Niall answered. He then walked over to me, who was still trying to breathe correctly. "Are you okay, Darling?" Niall asked while kissing my forehead. I half nodded as I listened to the doctor, "Y-yes. He was harassing one of my patients... Of course I witnessed it! No! No! You get that kid in your custody! ...yes.. Thank you." The doctor hung up the phone and handed it to Niall before assisting me. "There's already bruising to the neck but nothing serious. He hasn't severed any serious arteries or veins, so you're good." He reassured. "When do I get to go home?" I asked immediately. The doctor smiled, "well, I'll allow you to leave today, but there's one thing." I nodded. "You're immobile for about two to three months." The smile on his was gone as he explained this. "W-what do you mean?" I asked. "You'll be in a wheelchair." I nodded; I was just happy that it wasn't permanent.
When we arrived home, I immediately laid my head in the wheelchair and breathed it all in. It was 10:00 at night when we arrived, and the doctor had given me painkillers that made me drowsy. Dylan carried me up the stairs and helped me into bed. It felt good to be in my big bed again.