Adopted by 5SOS

Chapter 15. Recovery Road

Shiloh's POV
I slowly blinked my eyes open to the smell of bleach. A nurse was fixing my IV as she looked up at me. "You're awake! I'll go tell Dr. Nesbit, I'll be right back!" She gushed and left my room. She came back five minutes later, the doctor following behind her. "Hi there, Shiloh. I'm Dr. Nesbit." I nodded and shifted my eyes toward him. "What happened?" I croaked out, and smiled as the nurse handed me a cup of water.

"You were rescued from your fathers house. He's currently in jail, and your story was all over the news. We sewed your back back together, so those scars should heal. You're still severely underweight, and you have a mild concussion." Dr. Nesbit confirmed, while reading over the clipboard. "Oh.. Where are the boys?" I asked, curious. "They're out in the waiting room. Molly, you can tell them to come in now." My nurse nodded and left the room. "Your MRI came back a little funny, but it's nothing major.  Your CAT scan came back normal, only a few bruised ribs." I nodded and took in a sharp breath.

"Shiloh, is Lydia here in the room with us?" He questioned, as I looked around and shook my head. "Great, she shouldn't bother you anymore." He confirmed as I smiled. The door then burst open and five boys ran in. The fifth boy being Logan. "Shiloh!" They all yelled at different times as I covered my ears. "Boys, she's still a little sensitive to everyone and everything. Give her some space." The doctor scolded the boys as they all backed up. "How are you feeling?" Calum asked, the rest watching me carefully.

"I'm sore, all over the place. Did you guys know it was my birthday two days ago?" I said aloud, all their eyes widening. "No! When we adopted you, the orphanage didn't tell us. Well, when you're feeling up to it.. We'll do something to celebrate." Ashton replied, him smiling. "I also had to eat.. I was to weak to puke the food back up.. I had to eat. I've gained so much weight!" I cried, tears threatening to spill. At that moment, Dr. Nesbit walked back in, still holding the clipboard.

"Shiloh.. Our records say that before all this you weighed just 103 pounds." The doctor spoke, all the boys dropping their mouths. "Why didn't you tell us you lost more weight?" Luke asked, me shrugging in response and then wincing. "You're now up to 107." The doctor butted in, me now dropping my mouth. "I've gained that much weight?! It's going to take me longer now to lose it all again!" I complained, Logan watching me with sadness.

"You, Shiloh, physically and mentally cannot lose anymore weight. When you go home tomorrow, I want the boys to monitor everything you eat, and make sure you eat it. You're actually eight pounds away from the ideal weight of a fifteen year old." The doctor noted, smiling at me. "Yea, thanks for reminding me that I'm fat!" I spit, angered at the doctor. "I understand your irritability. You were locked in a basement for a week and two days. It's clear that he was running low on food and had to resort to feeding you every two days. I understand that he beat you, once and maybe twice a day if you did something wrong.." The doctor trailed off as I groaned.

"What are you, a therapist?" I questioned, annoyed with him still being in the room. "I actually am a qualified doctor and therapist. Is there anything else you want to tell me that your father did to you?" He asked as I looked away and the memory flashed in my mind. I remember it, being dunked and brought up out of the water repeatedly. That's what caused my concussion. "No.." I muttered as he raised an eyebrow but nodded.

"I'll leave you alone with the boys then." Dr. Nesbit spoke, eyeing me as he walked out. "Shiloh, I watched you answer him. What didn't you tell him?" Ashton questioned, staring at me. I huffed and didn't look any of them in the eye. "Shiloh." Michael pressed, me turning my head to face him. "My father almost tried to drown me." I whispered, barely audible to myself. "What?!" Luke screeched, me cowering in fear.

"I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" I screamed, covering my face out of protection. "Shiloh, baby! It's okay! You have nothing to be sorry about!" Calum spoke, prying my hands from my face. "Is that what you did when your father went to beat you?" He whispered, his big brown eyes staring at me. I nodded as he wrapped his arms around me. I felt the other boys wrap their arms around me also, a sign of familiarity. "Logan, come on, your mom is outside waiting." Ashton said, Logan looking at me sadly.

He quickly kissed me goodbye, a touch I haven't felt in days. My nurse led him out, leaving me with the boys. "We should get going also, let you get some rest. We'll be back in the morning, alright babe?" Ashton said as he pushed hair behind my ear. They all kissed me on the cheek, leaving me smiling in the end. It felt good to be around people who loved me. Molly came back in, waiting for the boys to walk out.

"How are you feeling after all the meds?" She asked, fixing my pillows for me. "I'm in less pain." I replied, her smile suddenly disappearing into an evil grin. Her nails dug into my forearm, the scars on my wrist beginning to sting and burn. "Shiloh, don't you remember me?" She pouted, her nails still in my arm. "No!" I yelled as she released her grip and smirked. "Of course you'd forget me. Our father never brought me up, when Amethyst was around." She muttered, as I watched her.

"What are you talking about?" I demanded as stopped at the foot of the bed. "You're an idiot, Shiloh. I'm your half sister, I mean.. My mother is rich that's why I got through medical school. When I was assigned to go get you, I was happy. I wanted to see the girl you've grown up to be. I see much hasn't changed though." She said at the end, me scoffing. I pressed the button, signaling for another nurse. "Yes, Ms. Irwin?" The nurse asked as I smirked over at Molly. "If it's not a problem, I'd like a new nurse. My sister here, isn't being good to me." I explained as Molly growled.

The nurse lead Molly out of my room, an angry expression on her face. I wish I had my phone, so I could text the boys. I missed them already, and they were here just ten minutes ago. I wanted my road to recovery to end soon, so I could get back to my normal self.