Roses Hurt
003.
(Brian's POV)
"Should we tell anyone else that she's here?" Zack asked as we pulled up to the hospital. I could tell he was freaking out, he was scared. "No. The last thing we need is for her to wake up and see everyone. That will be too much for her. The nurse only had your parents numbers after we hung up." I said, I got out the car and the both of us rushed towards the front of the building. The ER was busy. I walked up to the counter with Zack, He told the lady who we needed to see and that he was Rose's brother. She gave us the room number she had been moved too.
We took the elevator. Zack fidgeting the entire ride up. "312. 312. 312." I muttered to myself while walking down the hallway. We found the room and I stopped walking. Zack looked at me "Go on in. That's your sister. I'll be in a second." I said. He nodded and walked in slowly. 'God, Six years. She left and you were head over heels for the girl. Now she's in a hospital bed. Your number was ironicly the one called. The girl who sewed your heart together then left it on the streets is on the other side of that wall. Rose, why? Why now? Why must you be in the hospital when I see you after six years.' I cut off my thoughts so they wouldn't get any worse. Running my hand through my hair I maned up and walked into the room.
And there she was.
Rose Baker. Grown up Rose Baker. Her hair wasn't dark brown anymore, it was light brown. Her skin was pale. Bruises on her skin. Stiches on her forehead, a stich on her uper arm. Little bandages on her arms. A cast on her right leg, that was poking out her blanket. 'God, Rose.' I thought. Zack sat on a chair next to her bed. Holding a hand over his mouth, the other holding her hand.
I put a hand on his back. "She's been gone for six years, She comes back and I see her. My little sister. Hurt, really bad." He said, his voice barley above a whisper.
"She'll be fine. She doesnt have any deadly injuries." I sat in the chair next to him. He nodded and we sat there for a while. Talking to each other. Watching the screen that showed her heart beat and other things. Her parents walked in at one point. Zack got up to greet his parents and talk about any progress and what happened.
The day passed by and her parents went home, Zack ended up falling alseep. I woke him up. "Hey, why don't you go home. Your tired. It's like eleven." I suggested.
"Are you sure? I don't want to leave you here alone if -"
"I'll be fine. You and your family have been stressing out and are tired. I'll look after her. You go home. I'll call you if anything happens." I smiled. He thanked me and said bye then left.
And I was left with my ex-girlfriend.
A nurse came in the room and talked to me about her progess. She was doing good. Now she just had to wake up.
After the nurse left I sighed and ran my hand down my face. "God. Rose what are you doing?" I knew she couldn't hear me but I need to talk. "I haven't seen you in six years. You show up and your hurt. Really hurt." I sighed. "Just up and leave. Then just come back. Your going to be the death of me. Scaring the jesus out of me. All the time." I said. I looked at her pale hand and sat back in my chair. My eyes got heavy and I dozed off.
"Should we tell anyone else that she's here?" Zack asked as we pulled up to the hospital. I could tell he was freaking out, he was scared. "No. The last thing we need is for her to wake up and see everyone. That will be too much for her. The nurse only had your parents numbers after we hung up." I said, I got out the car and the both of us rushed towards the front of the building. The ER was busy. I walked up to the counter with Zack, He told the lady who we needed to see and that he was Rose's brother. She gave us the room number she had been moved too.
We took the elevator. Zack fidgeting the entire ride up. "312. 312. 312." I muttered to myself while walking down the hallway. We found the room and I stopped walking. Zack looked at me "Go on in. That's your sister. I'll be in a second." I said. He nodded and walked in slowly. 'God, Six years. She left and you were head over heels for the girl. Now she's in a hospital bed. Your number was ironicly the one called. The girl who sewed your heart together then left it on the streets is on the other side of that wall. Rose, why? Why now? Why must you be in the hospital when I see you after six years.' I cut off my thoughts so they wouldn't get any worse. Running my hand through my hair I maned up and walked into the room.
And there she was.
Rose Baker. Grown up Rose Baker. Her hair wasn't dark brown anymore, it was light brown. Her skin was pale. Bruises on her skin. Stiches on her forehead, a stich on her uper arm. Little bandages on her arms. A cast on her right leg, that was poking out her blanket. 'God, Rose.' I thought. Zack sat on a chair next to her bed. Holding a hand over his mouth, the other holding her hand.
I put a hand on his back. "She's been gone for six years, She comes back and I see her. My little sister. Hurt, really bad." He said, his voice barley above a whisper.
"She'll be fine. She doesnt have any deadly injuries." I sat in the chair next to him. He nodded and we sat there for a while. Talking to each other. Watching the screen that showed her heart beat and other things. Her parents walked in at one point. Zack got up to greet his parents and talk about any progress and what happened.
The day passed by and her parents went home, Zack ended up falling alseep. I woke him up. "Hey, why don't you go home. Your tired. It's like eleven." I suggested.
"Are you sure? I don't want to leave you here alone if -"
"I'll be fine. You and your family have been stressing out and are tired. I'll look after her. You go home. I'll call you if anything happens." I smiled. He thanked me and said bye then left.
And I was left with my ex-girlfriend.
A nurse came in the room and talked to me about her progess. She was doing good. Now she just had to wake up.
After the nurse left I sighed and ran my hand down my face. "God. Rose what are you doing?" I knew she couldn't hear me but I need to talk. "I haven't seen you in six years. You show up and your hurt. Really hurt." I sighed. "Just up and leave. Then just come back. Your going to be the death of me. Scaring the jesus out of me. All the time." I said. I looked at her pale hand and sat back in my chair. My eyes got heavy and I dozed off.
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