Boy of the stars

Doctors visit

"STUPID GIRL!" My mom crouches down in front of me, yelling like a crazy lady, my eyes have a hard time focussing on her. "HELP! GET TOWELS!" My mom yells to the other people, slowly getting around the entrance of the room, my aunt throws her a towel, she quickly wraps it around my arm. "Let her bleed" my dad says through gritted teeth, glaring. I look up to him, smiling weakly "yea let me bleed, it's your fault sooo..." I feel my cheek burn and look up to my mother who stands up, glaring. "Get up! We're going to the hospital, and don't you dare speak to your father like that" I grin, not caring anymore. "Damn woman....you b-break another comm- another hit. This one stung. I feel tears burn but smile. This is what they wanted right? When they pushed me? My dad grabs my arm, pulling me throughout the house while I scream to be let go. Not that it helps. My uncle rushes past me, opening the car door. My dad practically throws me inside it, slamming the door. He rushes back into the house. I'm definitely the most idiotic human being. I feel my head spin, for once I could care less. For once I can't stay quiet. I hear the door open, my uncle smiles a little. "Here grab it" he holds up an mp3 player with headphones. "It's not much but it's something...I told your dad there's Christian music on it" I smile weakly. Sometimes I think my aunt and uncle aren't that bad...but then they do stupid shit. I try to reach out, but I'm to weak. He quickly puts the earbuds in my ear, putting on the music. I hear some of my favourite music play, I feel like I can breath. He pulls out one headphone whispering: goodluck Alhina" he shuts the door and my dad gets into the car. I feel my head spin. He drives away. Songs play, and for a moment I feel free. More free then I've done in a while. We're driving for a while now, in silence when he finally speaks: "You go in alone...don't tell them what happened to your face." He watches me through the window. I don't give a response. "ALHINA! DAMN IT! ANWSER ME!" "Yea" I say weakly. Flinching when he hits the steering wheel. "Not a word..." his voice is dangerously low. I want to say something rude...I want to cuss him out...but I'm sure he'll murder me then.

"Alhina Kline..." the nurse reads the name, carefully. As if this is the first time reading a name like this, like it costs a million dollar to speak it. My dad pushes the wheelchair while I lay weakly. She smiles down on me. "Follow me, a doctor will be coming soon" we go trough hallways, stopping at a single room. "Can you climb on the bed?" I nod, immediately regretting it. I do what was asked, she hooks me up to monitors. My dad glares at me. But I could care less. I'm still listening to music. To my music. "It's all done, the doctor will be with you shortly." She smiles before walking away. My dad nods smiling, making everyone melt. Yuck. I look away. "Behave yourself or there will be consequences" I ignore him. Losing myself in the music. Normally he would've hit me, normally he would've lost his shit, but we're in the hospital...he wouldn't dare. I except to be yelled at...to be shaken but nothing like that happens. Minutes pass, songs turn into different songs. And then I hear a knock. I turn my head, seeing a blond haired familiar face. He smiles while walking in. "Hello Alhina..." "hello pas-doctor Cullen" I don't smile, obviously he had to tread me... "I would ask how your doing but considering the reason why you're here I'm not going to unless you want to talk" "no thanks." In all honesty he's not bad. He's pretty cool and doesn't condemn me. He treads me as a human being, like I matter. "I'm going to unwrap your arm." I nod. He lifts my arm a little, slowly unwrapping my arm, some cuts start to bleed. I hear him gasp a little, I look up from the battle field. He looks shocked. "In all my years..." he whispers... "never..." I look down on my arm. "It's not that bad" I mutter. I feel his eyes burn. But I don't look up, I can't. If I do, I will cry. "Alhina..I'm not sure if I can fix this..." his words cut deeper then any doctor ever could. He sounds actually concerned. I hear him grabbing a chair, sitting down on it. Looking over my arm again. "There's to many...there's so many..." somehow I feel kind of proud...doctors can't fix it...I am the best. On the other hand I feel sick...how could I be so fucking messed up? "Why?" "Why what?" I look up confused. "Why would you do that to yourself?" He looks as confused as me. I shrug. I don't want to answer. In all honesty I don't even want to answer,..he wouldn't understand this deep self hatred either way. We sit in silence, he's probably waiting for an answer. But I can't give him one. "I'm going to wrap your arm with bandages...and keep you in the hospital for atleast a week...it has to be changed each day." I look up to him. "No please...this isn't that bad..." "Alhina....it is. You came in, not even being able to walk" I glare at him. "Well I can" he smirks a little, "fine if you can walk for me you may go home" I nod. Regretting it. I kick my feet from the bed, pushing myself off. Immediately I feel sick, and dizziness wash over me. I try to walk but stumble and when I almost fall down, I feel his cold strong hands under my arms. He helps me get into the bed. He grins a little: "I like your determination Alhina...however I am keeping you in the hospital, I will call your dad after I bandaged it up" I try to argue but he doesn't care. He quickly finishes bandaging my arms. Standing up. "I'll let a nurse help you change into a gown of the hospital" "I can do it myself" I say through gritted teeth. He grinds "have it your way then smarty pants." He walks off. Smarty pants? How old does he think I am? 5?

I lay in the bed, a few hours have passed, and the big clock hit 3:15 am. I can't sleep. I hold my arm above me. How could I get so low? To let anger win? My arm is bandaged with white. I try to spot red dots of blood peaking through the bandages and find some. I turn my head to the window. I'm going crazy because of the beeping. It's a full moon. I wonder what my friends are doing now? I guess they would be skating. Like we used to do...sneaking out and skate trough the city, blasting the loudest music. The stars are brighter here. I sit up, kicking my legs from the bed. He said I could go if I could walk. And I feel a lot better because of the pain medication. I stand up. I get a little dizzy but not as bad as before. Slowly I walk through the room. I could just runaway...I walk towards the door. I think sneaking around the hospital isn't as bad....I open it, looking left and right before turning left. I walk trough the hallway. I feel myself getting dizzier. I turn right. I must admit it's a beautiful hospital. I turn left. The hallways are empty. It's pretty dark as well. I guess that's what you have when it's night. Most people would be sleeping. I hate that I don't have my skates with me. I smile a little, Turning left. My arm feels weird. Windows are on my right side. It's a beautiful view. I stop at a window. It's a beautiful night. I feel my heart race. Maybe I should make a run for it...and just live in the woods... "what are you doing out of bed?" The soft familiar voice pulls me out of my thoughts and I jump a little. I look up to doctor Cullen starring at me. I stay silent. I'm so done...he will definitely tell my dad. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone..however I must advice against nightly walks" he smiles pointing to the wheelchair he's holding. "Sit down...I'll bring you back" I shake my head, losing my balance a little. "No I eh can walk" I stand up. He grins "yea no we're not going to do that" "why not?" "Because I say so" "so what?" "So your goin- never mind..you can walk" I frown. "How long have you been standing there" "I've followed you ever since you left your room." "Ohw" "I must admit I admire your stubbornness however I also saw the struggle, please sit down, if not that's fine...I don't actually care about you falling down or not" I sigh and do as asked. Somehow him not caring makes me want to listen. He walks back through the hallways. "Couldn't sleep?" I shake my head, regretting it. "How about I'll tell you a story...just a small one" "I'm not five" "I'm not saying you are...but sometimes it does help to calm nerves" I think about it. The rest of the walk is in silence until we reach the room. He helps me in the bed, pulling the covers over me. "So what about the story?" I nod "a small one" "of course" he grabs a chair and sits down, starting the story.