C H A P T E R 18
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Have you ever thought about why your life was the way it was? Why it seemed as though nothing was going right and everything was going wrong? Why you believed that you deserve/deserved better while someone else wanted what you had?
I think about that every time I end up back in this place. I knew the drill, the routine, the answers to the questions so that I could get out of here faster.
The nurse standing next to me was currently checking my blood pressure and pulse and the doctor was speaking to my brother outside the room. I had woken up about half an hour ago.
It's been a list of endless check-ups since. I noticed that a lady with a notepad was walking towards my room and she looked as though she was on a mission.
She must be the new shrink Mum hired...
As soon as the thought entered my head, I groaned aloud. Nobody understood that I didn't want to talk about what happened. It was just an accident that none of us could have prevented.
The lady had a brief word with the doctor and then came into my hospital room.
Her all black classy office outfit clashed terribly with the whiteness of the hospital. She looked like some reaper of death and her raven black hair didn't help her case either.
She gave me what I assumed was a warm smile.
“Hello, Olivia. My name is Caroline. Your mother-”
I decided to cut her off before she leaped into the all too familiar speech that I had heard countless times before.
“Let me guess, my mother thinks that you are the one I will finally open up to after dealing with a problem without anyone's help for over a year? I think you're mistaken. I'm sorry if you think I'm being rude, but I don’t want to talk to you or to the doctor or to a freaking apple hanging from a tree about what happened.”
I snapped and I watched as Caroline gave me a sympathetic smile.
“Your outburst just proved how much you need to talk about it.”
I looked at her as if she had grown two heads.
Who the hell did this woman think she was? To march into my hospital room and tell me what I needed.
I glared at her and closed my eyes as I ignored her. I wasn't going to say anything, because she would interpret it the way she wanted to and not the way I meant it.
“You know your parents are worried about you? Your brother phoned them an hour ago and they got on the earliest flight possible. Do you know how much that cost them? To risk their happiness for your safety? But all you seem to do is care about yourself and that everything needs to go your way.”
I sat upright and ignored the stinging pain in my chest and head. I glared at her and immediately started shouting at her.
“Who the hell do you think you are? You march in here and tell me what I need to do and how ungrateful I am. Who the hell gave you the right? I have problems and I accept them and deal with them in my own way. I don't bother anyone with it and I most likely never will.”
The doctor came rushing in and looked at the beeping heart monitor and then at the woman standing at the end of the bed.
“I told you not to get her worked up. She is in here for a reason. Please leave. She has had enough drama for one day.”
The woman nodded before she walked out the room and I relaxed as I slowly laid back down. The doctor started checking my pulse and breathing and whatever else.
“Are you feeling any pain?”
He asked and I nodded and pointed at my head and tapped my chest slightly. He nodded and walked to the edge of the bed and started writing on some clipboard.
“Your headache is side affects of the medication you are on and your chest hurts because-”
“Because of the injury. I know. I don't need to be reminded.”
I snapped and the doctor glanced at me before tilting his head to the side and looking at me.
“Olivia. I've been informed of your past medical history and I know why you have your disorder. I know I shouldn't say it, but I think you should be more positive. You have a serious condition and-”
I squeezed my eyes shut and decided to put an end on all of this.
“Please stop. Just stop. I can't listen to this again.”
He closed the clipboard and nodded as he left the room. I didn't miss the sympathetic glance he sent my way.
I gently wiped away the stray tear that had leaked out of my eye and I sighed and Will walked into the room. I could tell that he was still suffering the affects of the hangover.
“I'm not going to say anything. But I'll be here for you. No matter what differences we were having, I'm here for you. And I am always going to be here. I'm pushing what happened aside.”
I felt more tears start rolling down my temples and Will took my hand in his-being careful of the needle in my hand.
“The past is the past. I know I can't say that, because it wasn't really that rough for me. But... We need to let go.”
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