Chapter 23: tears and more tears
Taylor's P.O.V.I had been crying for awhile. My parents and sister were dead. It was too much. I cried and cried. They guys came in and they tired to make me feel better but they couldn't. The nurse came in and changed my bandages. I couldn't see through the tears in my eyes but I could tell it was bad.
"You should eat something." the nurse said. I nodded but didn't change my position. "I need to take the boys out for a minute, ok?" I nodded. They all got up except Liam who had his arm around me.
"I'll be back ok. Try to smile while I'm gone." he said. I waited for a long time but they didn't come back. As far as I knew the nurse had taken them somewhere else to talk. I reached for my phone with my right arm. That's when I noticed that there was a cast on my arm. I looked at my other arm and noticed that I had bandages on my wrist. I moved around a little. Lots of pain but my right leg was too heavy to lift. I reached for my phone again and texted Liam.
To Liam: Where are you? From Liam: Sorry. Doctor took us to a room to show us some stuff. Why don't you think of something you want to do when we get back. To Liam: Fine but I wish you were here now. This big room is lonely. From Liam: Sorry. I promise I will be back ASAP.
I laid there on the bed. I couldn't really do anything. I ordered some soup for me. I wasn't hungry but it gave me something to do and I wanted to look as healthy as I could so I could get out. The food came before the guys. I had the lady who brought it up and me Harry's laptop. The password wasn't hard to figure out so I got in quickly. First, Twitter.
I looked at his other tweets. Nothing special just some stuff about me and stupid stuff about what he was doing. I put the computer down and ate my soup. My door opened again but it was just a nurse.
"Hi sweetie! I'm here to help you take a shower." she said. Her and another nurse came and helped me out of my bed. I didn't know who bad my injures were until now. A cast on my right arm and leg. A bandage running up my whole left calf, bandages on my left arm, and a ton on my right side of my back. Everyone had failed to mention that Scott had shot me in the back and that I would have to use a wheelchair since my leg was in a cast and my cut leg couldn't support me and my broken arm couldn't operate a crutch. I couldn't use my wheelchair without someone pushing it. They pushed me into the bathroom and wheeled me into the shower. I couldn't help them. I just sat there very uselessly. I felt pathetic. My shower was long but needed and I felt better afterwards. They still weren't there. I fell asleep with tears in my eyes.
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