Lola's P.O.V
I spent a few minutes just staring at the mirror, which was lying mirror side down on the bed side table. I reached out towards it slowly. It's like I was afraid of it, scared of what it would reflect back at me. At the end of the day, I just wanted to get it done and over with. Snatching the mirror up in my hands, I held it right in front of my face. My mouth dropped open when I saw myself. My face was disgusting. The burns were awful. It WASN'T me. It COULDN'T be. Never in a million years. Smashing the mirror back down on the side, I lost control. I never hesitated when dragging the multiple wires out of my arms. Blood poured everywhere and I got up and started flinging things. The heart rate monitor was going mental. I couldn't cope anymore. I fell to the ground, smacking my knee's full force. I was in so much pain. I didn't stop there. Instead, I flung more magazines and books around the room. I grabbed the glass of water off the side and flung it straight through the window. The window's glass spread around everywhere. Harry came sprinting back in the room. His expression as if he'd just come into a horror movie. I was a mess. I knew that without him looking so hurt.
"Oh baby..." He came straight to me. Cradling my fragile body in his arms. Nurses came rushing through the doors, seeing me and Harry huddled on the floor. I broke down in his arms. The nurses were trying to pull me away from him, I wouldn't let them. I wailed and kicked out and screamed. Yet, Harry didn't back away. Instead he cuddled me in tighter. "Shh..." Harry hushed into my hair. Calming me down much more. I hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time. He kissed my scalp, leaving a tear behind.
"I'm so sorry..." I whispered, crumpling his shirt in my hands and crying in to it.
"Don't worry babe. I'm always here for you, you know that." He smiled at me so sweetly that it nearly made my heart melt. When I'd finally calmed down, I let the nurses help me back into bed.
"You'll need a few stiches in your arms Hun, but we'll leave that until a bit later on." A nurse called Nina said. I'd completely chilled out. The heart rate monitor was no longer going crazy. I rested back in the bed, feeling ever so weary. Harry stroked my cheek.
"My sleeping beauty." He spoke as I was drifting off to sleep.
Harry's P.O.V
I wished I'd never left the room. If I'd just stayed with her, it could've all been prevented from happening. Instead, I just had to leave. I felt like such a prick. Since she was asleep, I decided to cry in peace. I didn't want her getting upset again. When I'd walked in on her, she was in such a state that it killed me. I couldn't help but shed a tear then. Then I realised that I had to stay strong. For Lola especially. She needed all the support and help she could get. I'd be by her side every step of the way. She was going to have the stiches done in her arms in a few hours. They were starting on the skin grafts the next day. Which was great. It would make her feel better about herself once they were done. Which would make us both feel better overall. She looked so fragile, lying in the bed asleep. Them five minutes earlier, had really taken it all out of her. All I hoped was that she didn't need therapy after all this. However highly I doubted it. I knew the possibilities were still there. I got knocked out my train of thought when Liam came barging in through the door. I hushed him and pushed him back out the room.
"Where were you man? We waited outside for ten minutes... What th-" I cut myself short when I noticed Julia standing with him. I looked her up and down just too make sure she was real. "Julia?" I nearly shouted. I was shocked but ecstatic that she was back.
"Hey Hazza." She walked over to me and hugged me.
"I thought you were..." I couldn't continue. I didn't want to sound harsh.
"You thought I was dead right? Could've just said it." She let out a giggle. "Seriously dude, I'm real." We both laughed. Liam was looking through the window at Lola.
"What happened to her arms?" He asked when he turned back round to face me.
"She... Um... Had a few moments earlier and she just... Lost it." I bent my head downwards, feeling hurt that I had to repeat it. Both Liam and Julia looked at me apologetically.
"God bless her..." Julia meant what she said. All three of them were really close, even before I moved into town. When I first met Lola, she'd told me that she didn't speak to them as much as she used too. They were all still close friends though. People to turn too when she needed them. She had me and all of the others now. It would be fine now. Lola was still asleep so it would be pointless them two going in.
"Just give her our best wishes and tell her we'll visit her later? Cya later mate." Liam patted my shoulder twice. Then went back to holding hands with Julia and wandered off down the hospital corridor. Leaving me standing there alone. I re-entered room. I went straight over to her and kissed her right cheek. Then I whispered in her ear, "I love you." She didn't move a muscle. Definitely, my sleeping beauty.
Lola's P.O.V
The room was pitch black when I woke again. Harry was slumped, fast asleep on the chair. He even looked adorable when he slept. I loved him with all my heart, so he should never think otherwise. They must have just given me some aesthetic to keep me asleep, since I now had stiches in my arms. Guess it was for the best that I stayed asleep. I felt like such an idiot for what I'd done earlier. I'd only went and caused myself more pain, so where was the point? One of the needles that I dragged out could've easily sliced open my vein. I could've killed myself because of my idiocy. At least Harry came in before I went that far. I'd actually considered it after looking at myself in the mirror. Just taking anything in the room and stabbing myself with it. I wasn't sure why I wanted to commit because of it though. It was such a pointless reason. I couldn't read the clock on the wall because it was too dark to work out where the hands were. So I yanked Harry's mobile off the side. I figured he wouldn't mind me looking at his phone for the time. I was side-tracked when the screen flashed, '1 new message.' I didn't mean to read it. It's just I couldn't help it.
'Just tell her you love me already. And stop lying to everyone. I know how you feel about me really. Forever and always baby3, Love Mel xxxxxx.'
What the actual hell? This was Mel, the school bitch. The person I despised most on the Earth. She had been having a conversation with Harry while I'd been lying here dying? Is this for real? I placed his mobile back on the side and started shaking. Tears slid down my face. Why had he been lying to me? All this time, I'd really believed he loved me. I started to wail, not caring if I woke Harry up. He deserved to be woken up. What a dick.
"Baby, what's wrong?" He went to hold my hand but I pushed it away roughly. A look of confusion struck his face.
"You've lied to me all this time! WHY HARRY WHY?" I couldn't hide my frustration any longer. I was torn, yet he just looked at me like I was talking in riddles.
"Lola, what are you talking about?" He stood up looking at me, hurt. Almost looked crushed actually.
"Mel... That's what I'm talking about! THAT TIME BEFORE WHEN YOU HURT HER, IT WAS ALL JUST AN ACT WASN'T IT? THOSE TEXTS THAT SHE SENDS YOU, TELL A WHOLE OTHER STORY ABOUT WHAT YOU REALLY FEEL TOWARDS HER!" I didn't care that I was most likely waking half the hospital up by screaming. I wasn't in a very considerate mood.
"You read my texts?" Oh, so he cared more about me reading his stupid texts then he about the subject we were actually on. Surprise, surprise.
"One...I read one! I went to check the time and it flashed on the screen! 'Forever and always baby, love Mel.' HARRY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS SHE TALKING ABOUT?" I could feel my rage tearing away at me.
"She's been pestering me. For a while now. I blocked her number and everything. So she keeps getting new numbers and messing with me. I swear Lola. I've got proof that all of that is utter rubbish!" He lifted his phone off the side, clicking a few buttons. Then he showed me the screen.
'FUCK OFF YOU STUPID COW! I'LL NEVER LOVE YOU OR EVEN LIKE YOU! SO GET THE FUCK OVER YOURSELF! KEEP THE FUCK AWAY FROM LOLA OR I'LL MURDER YOU. Lots of hate, Harry.'
Wow, so he was really telling me the truth. He hadn't just typed it out either because it was in his sent box. I relaxed and softened.
"Sorry... I should've believed you." I bent my head down in shame. Feeling even worse than I had previously. Harry sat on the side of the bed, but I felt bad for him just squishing on. So I moved over and let him lie with me.
"Don't worry about it babe. I understand why you thought of it that way." He grinned at me, kissing my cheek.
"Will you come with me later when I get my skin grafts?" It was only my first session. I was nervous about it though.
"I have to wait outside babe, but I'll be outside the theatre the whole time waiting for you. So there's nothing to be worried about." He tapped the end of my nose with the end of his finger. "A month's time and you'll be able to go back to school, that's if you'd want too?" How could I resist that smile? It was virtually impossible.
"Yeah, I would actually. I'm sick of being cooked up in a stupid hospital room Harry. I haven't seen proper day light in about 3 weeks or something. Well, safe to say my six weeks were ruined." Our school gives six weeks revision leave, which sounds a bit excessive. I could've done with using that time actually revising. Oh well, looks like I was going to get unclassified in every subject! We all had to stay in school until we were seventeen, with the whole new government law. It's just crazy if you asked me. "Have you revised at all? I don't actually think I ever have...Woops!" I was being sarcastic. The first week of 'revision leave' I'd revised quite bit. After that, well, with all that happened.
"First two weeks, revised quite a bit. After that, no. Been here with you, which has been a bit traumatic at times to be honest..." Traumatic? Oh, he was most likely talking about the incident the other day. I don't even know what made me that way. The scars on my face were quite bad at the time. Still, the scars must have become less raw over the past weeks. Not that I'd know too much about it, since I've pretty much been in a coma the whole time. "You look confused...? Is something up?" He smiled at me even though I could see the worry shading his eyes.
"Just when you said traumatic things... Brought back the other day and I couldn't think of any other reasons why it has been... Care to elaborate?" I raised my eyebrows at him. Well, I attempted to but my right eyebrow was still a bit stiff so it didn't budge very far.
"Well... You died... At one point." He looked over the other side of the room. Nearly on the verge of tears. I died? Really? To me, that sounded surreal considering how healthy I was now.
"Well... At least I never went six feet under." I was trying to lighten up the atmosphere a little but Harry just looked stern and upset.
"Please, don't joke about it... I know you're just trying to lighten the mood but it still hurts..." He trailed off when a droplet escaped his eye. Another reason why I loved him, he wasn't afraid to show his emotions.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." A part of me died a little when he started to cry. I pulled him into me, no longer wanting to see him upset. I locked our fingers together. His hands were quite huge compared to mine own small ones. They were also incredibly soft and I always loved the feel of his hands.
"Looks like our hands fit perfectly together then?" He winked at me, rubbing my fingertips. I was so grateful to have an amazing boyfriend like him. I couldn't ask for anybody better to look after me. In general, I just couldn't ask for anybody more amazing in my life. Only a month then I'd be back at school. All I could hope was that nothing would put me back in hospital again. I hated the place, had such an awful atmosphere. Too much death happened and it just felt wrong for me to be here. Other people could be dying from much more serious circumstances. Yet, I'm here because of a half burnt body that's slowly recovering? I wanted to be moved somewhere else.
"Harry...?" I looked up at his glassy eyes, which were full of love.
"What's up babe?" He started playing with my hair, twisting around in his fingers. Never taking his eyes off mine though.
"Ask the nurse too move me into a burns unit, somebody else will need this room anyway. There are people a lot worse off than I am. Get me moved please." It was more of a demand than a request.
"Yeah of course baby. Just remember, one month." Then he left the room on the hunt for a nurse. His last words kept circling my mind. One month and I'd be out of here and in my own house. Around all of my best friends again. There was nothing else that I could possibly ask for.