Piper's POV
"SHHH! Her eyes are opening. Shut up, shut UP!"
The room slowly crept into focus as I blinked away the haze of unconsciousness still lingering at the edges of my gaze.
The guys were crowded over me, looking cliché as ever.
"Piiiiperrrr?" Logan asked testily, drawing out the word as if unsure it was even me.
Through the tubes and bandages woven around and through my head, I peered down dizzily at the gaping hole in my chest.
"Pretty intense piercing, huh? I was thinking about getting my lip done next," I breathed.
The boys simultaneously lurched forward like they were planning on hugging me, stopping together a moment later after realizing there was no un-bandaged, un-bruised, or un-burned piece of me to hug.
They all talked at me (yes, AT me) with eager voices, not caring whether I heard, understood, or cared. After a good twenty minutes of that, Kendall stepped in.
"So." He stated the word with almost sorry conviction as his gaze trailed to the lump that felt the size of a galaxy sitting in the middle of my stomach.
"Let's get on to the next issue, shall we?"