"Shhh lads she's sleeping," I heard Louis' whisper overtop of treading feet on tiled floor as my eyes slowly opened to the morning sun streaming through the hospital window.
"No duh she's sleeping so shh," Liam hissed as I smirked, rolling over in my bed.
"Not anymore," I croaked back as all the boys eyebrows shot up.
"Summer!" they all shouted and I let out a small laugh. I shook my head franticly as I watched the five boys making their way to my bed.
"You can't touch me. It hurts too much," I said, holing out my hand. Dazed, I looked from my hand, down to my arm. It had a large white bandage around it that I hadn't noticed before. "What happened to my arm?" I asked.
"You got pretty beat up," Liam mumbled to the ground. I slowly looked to him. His cheeks were flushed with anger. "I can't tell you how scary it was to watch you get hit and being totally helpless to do anything," he confessed.
I looked from Liam to Niall who looked as if he was thinking the same words that were just spoken. I closed my eyes as if I could shut all the confusion out as I felt Liam walk over to my bed and press his lips to the top of my head.
"You're our little sister. Don't run away on us again, okay?" he said as I looked up at him and nodded hopefully.
"I swear when we find that douche I'm going to beat him up so bad, he's not even going to know what hit him," Niall growled, with wild eyes as Zayn held his arm out for him to calm down.
"What is he talking about?" I asked, looking each boy in the eye.
"It was a hit and run," Louis finally mumbled as I dropped my eyes to my bandaged arm.
"We have to go pretty soon though," Harry regretfully said after a long pause as he jammed his hands into his pockets.
"But you just got here," I whined as I watched Niall lips turn into a sad smile.
"We have to catch the plane to Washington," Zayn reminded me that they were on tour.
"Who's replacing me?" I asked, trying to sit up when I remembered my job, but was halted by the piercing pain.
"They flew Ed out last night. He'll be with us until you're back," Louis said, rubbing his stubble that spread across his chin.
"And how long will that be?" I squeaked in distress.
"It's fine. The doctor said that they want to keep you here for the next few days to run tests and cast your leg," Niall said, taking a step closer toward me. I looked up at him with tired eyes, not saying anything.
"So I'm stuck here?" I hopelessly muttered.
"Don't think of it like that," Louis protested, "Think of it as a rest."
"I'm stuck. I can't even move. I just want to be performing," I slugged down in my bed and covered my head with my blanket in self pity. I peeked my eyes out from the blanket to see all the boys smirking to themselves.
"You'll be out soon, don't worry," Liam reassured me before he looked down at the watch on his wrist and nodded at the rest of the boys, "We really have to go." They all waved as they turned to go and my face drooped to see them leave my room.
"I'll catch up with you in a minute," Niall whispered to Liam before he walked out the door. I bit my lip as he turned around and nervously treaded over to the side of my bed. "I know that you don't remember me," he said, sighing as he pulled a stray chair to the side of the bed so that he could be eye level with me, "But I wanted to give you something. Who knows, maybe it will make you remember," he forced a hopeful laugh. I distantly stared at him as he swung his green backpack from his shoulders and pulled out a familiar black book. It was the scrapbook that the two of us had been looking at together only a couple days previous.
