Return To Me, My Love

I keep running, forcing myself to move faster and I make it to the stairs, pushing the door open and rushing down the first few steps before I hear my name being called again and as I turn to look back I lose my balance, my foot slipping off the edge of the step and I start to fall, reaching my good hand out to try and brace my fall but it doesn't do much good, my head hitting the edge of a step, ringing out a sickening crack and my vision goes blurry, something in my side feeling like its snapping, every stair feeling like its crushing my body and as I hit the bottom of the stairs I whimper in pain, the noise barely audible and I hear my name being screamed before the pain and dizziness become too much to handle and I pass out, thankful for the nothingness taking over.

I wake up in hospital, my vision blurry at first but as I become more awake it clears and I become more and more aware of the agony my body is in, one of my eyes barely opening and I whimper softly, trying to turn my head but there's something around my neck stopping me. "Gee" I hear a voice say softly before dads face comes into view and I open my mouth to speak, the action sending a jolt of pain through my jaw. "Hurts" I manage to choke out, falling silent again and dad nods before disappearing from view. "Dad" I whimper and a few seconds later I feel a warm pressure on my hand before his face comes back into view and I try but I can't seem to curl my fingers to hold his hand. "It's alright, I called for the nurse." "I...I can't..." I trail off and dad shushes me, his free hand coming up to gently stroke my hair back and I whimper as he presses against a particularly sore spot. "I'm sorry" he whispers, removing his hand and I hear footsteps coming into the room. Dad disappears from view again but his hand remains clasping mine and I take comfort in the touch as the unfamiliar faces of the nurses and doctors comes into view. They start poking and prodding at me, some touches not bothering me while others send jolts of pain through me. They ask me basic things like to flex my fingers and toes, my previously broken arm even worse than before and I have some trouble moving my toes and legs, the doctor telling me I have slight swelling around the base of my spine which they are confident will heal within a few weeks. One of the nurses steps up to feel around my neck, pressing into certain points and when I tell her I have no pain she nods to herself before removing the neck brace that was stopping my movement before. Once their examination is done the doctor adds something to my IV, telling me it should kick in within a few minutes and after he leaves the room dad takes a seat beside the bed, my head rolling so I can see him. "How bad is it?" I ask, knowing I must be black and blue and dads face pales as he says "Don't worry about that right now." "No I need to know" I tell him, my body starting to feel heavy and tired as the painkillers kick in and dad nods, pulling his phone out and taking a picture of me before turning it so I can see the screen and my stomach turns as my eyes well with tears. The whole right side of my face is black, my right eye almost swollen fully shut and my jaw is extremely swollen. There is a large gash that has been stitched up across my forehead and my lip is split and bloodied. I close my eyes, unable to look any longer and I fear exactly what I look like below the shoulders, the pain making me assume that it will be much worse than my face.

I fall asleep again, the drugs making me drowsy and the next time I wake up Mikey and Pete are sitting beside the bed, Petes arm around Mikey as he leans over into his side with his head on Petes shoulder. "Hey" Pete greets me softly and I nod in response, my eyes shifting to meet Mikey's, his bottom lip quivering as his eyes well with tears. "Gee" Mikey gasps, reaching out to take my hand and I feel better at the contact. "How are you feeling?" Mikey asks after a minute and I take a deep breath, my ribs protesting, before saying "Like I fell down the stairs." Pete starts laughing, Mikey elbowing him with his free arm before smiling at me and I try to smile back, my mouth only stretching slightly before it hurts too much and I stop. "So where are they?" I ask, referring to Frank and Ian and Mikey gets it immediately, glancing over at Pete before saying "Frank is in the waiting room." "Ian?" I ask, Mikey's teeth clamping down on his bottom lip before he says "He flew back home." "Oh" I say, feeling hurt and Mikey squeezes my hand gently before saying "Gee, it's for the best that they're separated right now. There was a fight and...." "Mikes" Pete cuts him off but I shake my head and say "No, I want to know." "After you fell they called for an ambulance and I went to get Frank and Ian told him what happened and Frank punched him and then all hell broke loose, they owe for damages to the hotel and they were both kicked out. The hotel threatened to have them arrested but we talked them out of it. When we all got here another fight broke out and Ian decided it was best for you if he left." "Are they ok?" I ask, wondering how bad their fight could have been and Mikey says "Frank has a black eye and a split lip, Ian has a few busted knuckles and his cheek is a bit bruised. Frank got the worst of it." I nod, not knowing what else to say and after a few minutes of silence I ask "Do you know how long I have to be in here for?"

Notes

Still time to let me know who you prefer Gee with....