I look at my phone. 02:23. Great. It's stupidly early and I'm wandering the streets alone. I wonder what could happen? My arm is still in agony and it's dripping with blood. I better go to the hospital then. I'm not that far from it. I can just walk there....
I look up at the neon A&E sign (ER for Americans!). I sigh and walk through the doors. Walking up to the desk, I hear people gasp. I ignore it trying to walk straight. My head has gone all light and fuzzy. I reach the desk, but before I can say anything, everything goes black.
I wake up in a hospital bed. The curtains are drawn around my bed, but I can hear voices chatting so I can tell it's a public room. My bag is on the chair beside the bed and my arm is in a cast. There are bandages on my forearms. What? Where am I? That's when I notice I'm attached to a life support machine. I yelp. As I try to pull out the nose tubes, a nurse pulls my curtain back. She looks up and hurries over.
"No sweetie," She pulls my good arm away from my face. "Don't pull that out."
"Why am I here?"
"You came here. You came through the doors all covered in blood." Memories came flooding back. Dad twisting my wrist, him sat on me carving into my arm. I freak out.
"I can't stay here. He'll find me." I try to sit up and cry out.
"You aren't going anywhere. Who is going to find you?"
At that moment, a doctor came round the curtain.
"Ah," He says, "Our young Jane Doe is up! How are you feeling?"
"I need to leave." The nurse and doctor exchange a glance.
"You can't go." He says, "You have to stay here for a while. You've been out of it for a long time."
"Three and a half days. You didn't come in with anyone. Do you have a number we can ring?" I shake my head. "Which school do you go to, dear?"
"You haven't even asked my name. Aren't you supposed to do that?" He laughs.
"Very good point. So, what is it? It can't be Jane Doe."
"Riley. And I'll tell you which school I go to if I can talk to a certain teacher."
"Millennium High. And I need to talk to Mr Cook."
"Okay. I'll bring a phone through in a moment." And with that, the doctor left. The nurse sat on my bed and held my good hand.
"Who was it that is going to find you, sweetie."
"My Dad. He- No forget it."
"No. What happened? Did he do this?"
I didn't say anything. I stare straight ahead, remembering the pain he caused.
"Riley? You need to talk."
"What? No. I'm fine."
At that moment, the curtain moved back. I expected to see the doctor, but it wasn't.
"Oh my God..." The guy who stood there was Gerard Way. "This isn't... I'm dreaming... Aren't you..?"
"I'm so sorry!" He hurried. "I was just coming to change your flowers."
I realise I'm staring and I smile.
"Wait... My flowers?" I look over and see a bunch of wilting roses. "You?"
"Riley, this is-" The nurse begins. I cut her off.
"Gerard Way. Delivering me flowers." My eyes are locked with his.
"I'm sorry," He says again. "I have been here everyday you were... I was hoping you were okay."
The nurse looks confused.
"How do you know him?"
"Are you kidding me? He is-" I see him shaking his head. "He is a good family friend."
"Oh okay. Well, I'll leave you and go see where the doctor is." She smiles at Gerard and walks out.
"You deliver me flowers?"
"Yeah, I, uh, sorry." I laugh.
"Gerard Way is bringing me flowers! Don't be sorry!" My face drops, "I should be sorry, How much money have you spent on me?"
"Why should that matter?"
"It doesn't, I mean, yes, no. I don't know anymore."
The doctor walks back around the curtain.
"Oh hello, Gerard. Riley. Here is the phone." I take the phone, whilst mouthing an apology to my hero. My hero who is sat in front of me. Mr Cook is on the other end of the phone.
"Hi, Sir. Listen, I was thinking I'll talk to you, but I have a problem. I'm stuck in hospital."
"I was told. The office called your Dad."
"What? No, you can't please!"
Gerard looks up at me from arranging the flowers. His face is covered in concern.
"What do you mean?" Mr Cook says, from the other end.
"I mean," I sigh, "I'm here because of him! Can't you ring and say like, wrong person or something?"
"I'll see what I can do."
I hear talking in the background. Gerard catches my attention and smiles.
"Okay, I told the office. I'll be there as soon as possible."
"Okay." I hang up the phone.
"What do you mean, your Dad is the reason you're here." Gerard says sitting on the bed.