I laid in the hospital bed for a few days and then my nurse said I could finally move around out of the bed... in a wheelchair. Most days in the hospital bed were plain and boring, seeing the same people come and go outside the dorm, nights were cold and lifeless, dark and damp, sinister and solemn, until one morning when someone special came, After a cloudy and motionless dream I woke up to find someone in the hospital bed next to mine, I surprisingly nice looking boy, he looked exactly like Will but something about him made me think that he was related but not the same. Suddenly Will waltzed through the door and rushed to sit by the boys bed side, he looked at me, limp on the bed and ever so slightly I saw the look of pity in his eyes. He turned his head back towards the injured boy and stroked his mop of mousse brown hair. "I never thought id see you again Livvy!" mumbled Will, swiveling round to fix his eyes on my bruises and cuts, and the drip, rocking in the air from the hook, and my pulse, extremely slowly beeping in time to a random beat of duh.... duh.... duh.... etc.
"Listen Will, we shouldn't be together, I was wro-" he cut me off and yelled "what we had was a joke and I know that! You don't have to wind me up by saying that classic line 'its not you its me' I just came round a few days ago to find you to say that its over! Just face it Livvy! I ended it before you ended it! Just face the damn facts!" He turned round back to the boy and said silently "Its okay little brother, its okay..." I drifted from dream to dream that night screaming in my sleep every time as so much as an evil eyebrow was raised.
The next day I lifted my bandaged leg onto the wheelchair and made my way into the waiting area where my brother Sam sat reading a copy of Cosmo magazine. He leaped up when he saw me in my hoodie and skinny jeans wheeling my way out of the dorm leaving Will to sit and glare at me for so much as a second before looking at his brother. I looked behind my shoulder to see Will chatting to my nurse and the boy next to me mounting onto a wheelchair.
Hastily and very neatly I applied a rosy shade of eye-shadow, a pinky shade of blusher and some startlingly blood red lippy with lashes frantically attacked with dark black mascara and silver eye-liner. I neatly smoothed down the top of my hoodie and waited till Will marched out, holding the back of is brothers wheelchair, his brother looked at me and smiled an adorable smile that made my heart melt like ice cream on a hot day. He whispered in my ear silently "Hi I'm Chris! Who are you?" I answered just as quiet "I'm Olivia, but you can call me Livvy if you want to," Will stopped to talk to Sam and they had their own conversation while me and Chris spoke about things. "So why is such a pretty girl like you in a gross wheelchair like that?" he asked cheekily.
I told him my story and in return he said with a shiver in his voice "My brother was testing out a motor bike he was fixing up and he accidentally ran me over when I tried to had him his lunch, the hit was so big that it threw me onto the busy roads and a lorry came too fast round the corner and the nurse said I was very strong and that I almost got up before I collapsed under the rubber tyres of the lorry." Will shoved Chris' wheelchair away from me and headed out the door with Chris waving friendly to me. I thought I had finally met that random swishy haired weirdo that appreciated my 'don't care, never will' look.
Once I had finally made myself get in I found my brother was mumbling to himself... weird right? My eyes went round as saucers as he fumbled with the strip of metal streaked across the coffee table, he ended his whisper when I barked at him "uh Sammy is everything okay?" he snapped out of his confusion, fell into his comfort zone and wheezed out of shiny white teeth "everything's fine, I was talking into my ear piece to the office I-" I interrupted him suddenly by saying "ooh fancaay! You work in an office now? Why didn't you call me or anything you know I'm going through a tough time at school..." I trailed off and suddenly shot up again, like a signal gun at sea "oh-my-gosh! I've missed a week at school! This is bad! I was meant to be sitting one of the many failed tests that I failed last year! NO!!! no no NO! This cant be happening! Its going to be on my full report of my whole school! Oh fudge-cake!!!!- I broke my nail, one moment Sam!" I wish I could have marched proudly into the bathroom to retrieve my nail file and cutters but I weakly rolled my chair in disgust into the bathroom and lucky me! The door slammed right in my face! Talk about the worst family reunion like ever!
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