I shoot up, gasping for air as all I see is white. My heart is racing as I grab onto the side rail beside me, some machine beeping fast to my left. "Hey, it's alright," someone rushes to my side, hand on my arm. Hannah's face appears before mine, worry evident in those blue eyes and frown lines above her eyebrows. "Megs, you're alright. You're in the hospital. Ali and I are here," she whispers.

I try to catch my breath, taking everything in. Josh's face is latched on my mind, stuck in place like a tattoo. My eyes skim the room frantically, but he isn't here. It's just her. I can't breathe. I take shallow breaths in and out. I don't recognise anything. There is a yellow curtain, a machine yelling at me, and tubing all over me. The walls are caving in on me. My entire body hurts. Someone runs in, and this fear makes my heart nearly keel over.

"Don't touch me," I scream as they grab my arm. Someone holds me down. I can't breathe, and I'm forced down—something in my arm burns. Then I feel limp, falling back into the pillow. A bright light is all I see above me.

I can't even respond. Everything feels so hazy. My head falls to the side, heavier and heavier. My eyelids are weighed down with fatigue. "Megs," Hannah tries to call, shaking my arm. Everything goes dark.

I force my eyes open, letting out a small groan as my body feels weak. A girl with brown hair is leaning above me, pushing some medication into my IV. She's in blue with a black stethoscope around her neck. I look away for Hannah, but she isn't here anymore.

"Megan," a voice breaks. He stands from the chair, his brown hair a mess. Josh's eyes move over me frantically, but staying awake is hard. I've never felt so tired in my life. I want him out of this room. I don't want him here. My body is incapable of trying to get him out of here. "She just opened her eyes," he is heard. He sounds so distant, but he is inches away. My eyes fall shut. I don't want them to fall shut.

I try to open my eyes again. I don't want to sleep. Brown eyes are looking down at me, and that brown hair is a mess. "No, leave me alone," I cry out, trying to sit up before he touches me. There's more loud beeping. Fear is coursing through my veins, urging me to get away.

"Megan, it's me," he sounds so frantic. My heart is pounding against my chest, and I feel breathless. He's closer, hand on my cheek. It's not Josh. My lungs falter as my mind tries to register what's happening. It's Derek. "Megs, you're alright. You're in the hospital. It's just Shane and me," he whispers, panic still evident in his voice.

My body shivers, and my vision blurs with tears masking over. Arms wrap around me, and I choke up on tears, my face buried in his chest.

"What's going on?" an unfamiliar voice is heard.

"She just woke up, freaking out again," a familiar voice is heard. Shane.

"I'll grab more Ativan," she is heard.

"No, stop knocking her out. She keeps freaking out when she wakes up," Derek's voice is loud, his chest vibrating against me.

"But-"

"Her parents already said no more of that unless she asks for it," Shane adds, his voice equally as mad as Derek's. I can't speak for myself. The thought of Josh being here has my body shaking like mad, and I can't move. I saw him; I know for a fact I saw him. I hold onto Derek, hand tight on his arm as I try to find it in me to breathe.

"I can give her a milder form to calm her down," that woman protests. "It won't knock her out."

"Can't you fucking wait and let her try to calm down without these damn meds? She needs to wake up somehow," Shane scoffs. The woman stutters, but she sunds like she bids them a coy goodbye before leaving. "Fucking hell," Shane murmurs under his breath.

"It's okay. It's okay," Derek whispers into my hair. Except it's not. My heart is aching in pain. "We're here for you," he tries to comfort me. I cry for what feels like forever, all of these emotions pouring out of me. Fear that this will happen again or something worse may happen won't ever leave me. I'm not safe. I'll never be safe.

Shane grabs my hand as Derek keeps me in a hold. I cry until there is nothing left. My tears become dry, my face is swollen, and my throat is sore. I don't know what happened, and I don't know why I'm here. I just remember Josh being there. I feel limp as he finally lets me go back onto my pillow. I'm still so tired as if I haven't slept in ages.

"The police have him. You have nothing to worry about," Shane tries to reassure me with a frown on his lips. Did he just say the police have Josh? I still feel so dizzy. I pinch the bridge of my nose and shut my eyes, but I still don't want to go to sleep. "That asshole that hit you won't get away with it."

I don't answer. Derek clears his throat as if telling Shane to stop and to spare me from getting upset again. "She's awake," that familiar voice sends chills down my spine. Derek steps back, and my heart stops. Those brown eyes I was worried about seeing are staring right at me. That monitor is beeping before I realise it. He tries to step closer with concern crossed over his features.

"No, leave me alone," I start to sit up in bed, but my body is weak.

"Megan," Josh frowns.

"Derek. Please," my voice lurches as I frantically grab onto his arm, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Megan," Shane looks bewildered, eyes focused on me.

"Babe, what are you-"

"Get away from me. Get away, I, no. Leave me alone," I hardly make any sense. "Out. Get out." Josh tries to touch me, and I shriek, trying to get back from his touch. I have no way of backing up.

"Megan," Josh starts.

"What the hell is going on around here?" another voice yells.

There's more commotion. Things are going on that I can't understand. Someone grabs Josh's arm, and I can't understand a word being said. Another one of those nurses is by my side, pushing something into my IV line.

"We just told you no drugs," one of the guys freaks out and then it's dark. Every inch of me becomes weaker, and this fatigue washes over me instantly.

I force my eyes open and try to readjust my weak body. Shane and Derek are still here. They didn't disappear. Only Josh is no longer in the room. No one else is here. "Are you alright?" Derek asks with frown lines above his brows. I gulp and barely nod, putting a hand on my forehead. "Why did you freak out over Josh being here," he asks.

I look to the empty seats as they both stand at my bedside.

"Megs," Shane tries to pull my attention back to him. My chest hurts, and this is taking a huge toll on me. "Why did you freak out over Josh being here?" he reiterates what Derek asked.

Silence.

My bottom lip trembles.

I don't know what Josh did to me. I don't even know what happened to me.

"How about a little food or water? You haven't eaten or drank anything since coming here," Shane sighs, realising I won't answer.

I have no appetite. I suddenly can't speak, despite freaking out on Josh moments ago. I'm sleepy, and I don't know if it's because I've been sleeping or if it's because there is still a trace of some sedative in my bloodstream.

"You're probably going to feel weaker if you don't," Derek adds.

I nod, giving in. Shane mumbles something about the cafeteria, and my eyes fall shut. Derek sighs to my right, and that heaviness is taking back over. I can already feel myself beginning to drift off once more.

"Megs, wake up," he begs lowly, and I'm out like a light.

Coming to once more, it's darker in the room. My lashes flutter as I look at the clock on the wall. A dim light from the hall allows me to see that it's 12:42. The blinds are partly raised, and it's dark out. I go to bring my hand up to my face as I let out a small groan. My hand brushes against something instead, and I blink hard to focus on what's going on.

Only now do I realise that there's a head on my bed, right by my legs, with their arms crossed underneath as they sleep. Tattooed arms. My heart becomes heavy. I don't want to push him away or make him leave, and I don't even want to wake him. I can't tell if this is real. I'm not quite sure what is real right now.

I carefully turn onto my side, wires tangling from my heart monitor and IV. I move closer to him, flinching as my body aches. My hand gently rests on his arm as my eyes flutter shut. The warmth of his body is comforting, and the scent of my favourite cologne is subtle but enough to relax me. I let out a heavy sigh and drift back to sleep, feeling safer than I have every time I have woken up.

Daylight brings me back, bright and blinding, as I open my eyes. My hand falls to my forehead as I slowly come to. My head throbs terribly. I look down, and my chest is heavy as I find him still asleep, head buried in his arms. It takes me a minute to realise someone is sitting in another chair with a book in hand. My eyes lift tiredly, Isabella not noticing I'm awake. Her blonde hair is in a loose ponytail, bags under her eyes from a lack of sleep.

"You're up," someone announces. Isabella's head snaps up instantly, brown eyes wide. Jason is suddenly right at my side, his face filled with worry. His dirty blonde hair is a mess, and it looks like he hasn't slept. He does one take over Louis but doesn't say anything about him. My throat tightens a little, but his eyes flicker back to mine. "Please don't go back to sleep," he pleads lowly.

I move back onto my back, my entire body aching with every little movement. I almost let out a whimper, but my face says it all—my whole body aches. My head has sharp, shooting pains. "God," I breathe out, my hand cradling my head. My movements are enough to trigger Louis to finally wake up. My eyes are shut from this pain, but I can feel his head lift off the bed quickly.

"Goodmorning," Isabella notes, in almost a teasing manner.

"I'm sorry, I'll, uh, leave you guys be," Louis clears his throat. His chair screeches a little as he stands. The other two don't say a word. My throat is too dry, and I still keep my eyes shut, waiting for this throbbing to subside.

"Another friend of yours?" Jason asks, sounding off. That very judgmental tone hits anytime a new guy comes into my life, whether it be a friend or more. I just breathe in heavily, ignoring that question.

"How do you feel?" Tom is heard. I'm still in such a haze. I don't understand why it's so hard to wake up fully. I try to sit up a little more, but it's hard when my muscles have been wasting away in this bed.

"Tired," I mumble under my breath.

"They brought in breakfast. You should try to eat," Isabella whispers. I'm reminded of Shane and Derek bugging me to eat before I had fallen back to sleep. I'm still not hungry. I faintly shake my head, and she sighs. "Megs, please eat. You'll feel worse if you keep starving yourself," she begs softly. I'm not trying to starve myself by any means.

"What time is it?" I ask quietly, my throat so dry and strained.

"8 in the morning," Jason notes, glancing at his watch.

"When did you guys get here?" I ask, blinking hard.

"The night you got admitted," Tom starts.

"We've been in here for about an hour," Jason answers the question that I wanted to know. An hour that Louis and I have been asleep, that they have witnessed. "So that friend," Jason begins to ask before a man in black scrubs with brown, curly hair walks in. He smiles and distracts them all. "Ms Green, you're awake. It's a pleasure to see you up and talking." I smile weakly to be polite, but even that is a lot of effort. "I'm Dr Evans. Are you able to tell me your full name and birthday?"

I fight back a frown. I didn't lose my memory. "Megan Green. October 2, 1994."

"Do you know what day it is?" he asks. I breathe out heavily.

"No," I mumble quietly.

"Right, well, it is now Wednesday," he starts. I was at Mia's Saturday when Josh ripped me out. Great. "Do you know why you're here?" he proceeds. This man is worsening my headache. I know he means well. I stay silent, the ache returning to my throat. I look away towards the window, and someone gently touches my arm. The soft touch must be Isabella. "You were hit by a vehicle the other night. You have a mild concussion, some bruising, and just a fracture on your right foot. According to your boyfriend, you made out surprisingly well based on how fast that vehicle was moving. I'd say you're pretty lucky."

"I need to step out," Jason exhales, his voice sounding off. He leaves, and my stomach churns.

"Would you mind if I do a quick assessment privately?" he asks. My body tenses, worry consuming me instantly. My heart is racing with fear at the thought of some strange man touching me. He told me what happened, but I still can't process anything.

"I, uh," I stammer a little, dread consuming me.

"I could ask a female nurse to accompany me if you're worried," he notes, trying to be reassuring.

"Can she stay?" I plead quietly, glancing toward Isabella. He nods with a tight-lipped smile. Tom excuses himself and heads out of the room. Isabella holds a sad smile, gently taking my hand.

I'm going to get sick.