Move My Way

Verklempt (adj.)

Completely overcome with emotion.

Chapter 11

Lillian's P.O.V

"Greg Horan." I announced to the nurse at the front desk who nodded and typed away on her keyboard.

"Are you family?" She smiled at me and I hated her at that moment for being so cheery.

"No, I'm his roommate. I brought him in and filled out his information the other day." My words did little to hide my sudden defensiveness. I was offended that she even considered the idea that I wouldn't be able to see him.

"She's good to go, Cara." I looked up and recognised the nurse that had spoken as the one I'd talked to the night I brought Niall in.

"Room 302." Overly-happy computer nurse grinned at me as I thanked her and walked over to where Manny leant against the wall.

"Where is he?" He stood up straight and turned to the map that hung on the wall beside him.

"Room 302." I parroted back the words I'd just heard. We discovered the path to his room and walked it in silence. It'd been two days since Niall's incident, the minimal amount of time the hospital insisted I wait before I visit him, and they had been filled with constant anxiety.

I worked over-time each day to keep my mind off of him and whether I should be scared of him. He had just been stabbed like a thousand times, that doesn't just happen for no reason, does it? And the fact that I had to write down his brother's name. The insurance excuse would have been good but, thanks to my father, I'm pretty good at telling when people are lying (it's my super power). And Greg was practically screaming 'LIAR' through the phone line.

"Lillian, you sure you wanna go in there?" Manny rested a hand on my shoulder when we pulled to a stop in front of the green door. I sighed and lifted myself up onto my tiptoes to see through the small window.

Niall was awake and staring at a wall. He didn't look too frightening, I mean, he was in a hospital bed.

"Yeah. Thanks for coming with me, by the way Manny." I side hugged him.

"I'll be there if he does anything to whip out my ka-rar-tey moves." I rolled my eyes at his joke.

"Pfft, like you know any Karate moves." I chuckled but he did make me feel a lot calmer about the situation. "Let's do this."

I pushed the door open and the two of us marched into the room. Niall's head flung around and when his eyes locked with mine, his face turned to stone.

"I said no hospitals." He scolded me, as if I was a child, and looked away. His words striked anger inside me.

"Are you kidding me, Niall? You were passed out, barely breathing, on the back seat of my car with bruises, cuts and STAB WOUNDS covering your body. What was I supposed to do?" I snapped back at him. How dare he get angry at me? I'm the reason he's alive right now.

"I would have been fine if you'd used the first aid kit like I said." His words were mumbled but still held anger tightly in their grip.

"You'd be dead in gutter if it wasn't for her Niall, so have some respect." Stepping forward, Manny defended me harshly. Manny rarely got mad but when he was mad, he would let you know it.

At Manny's harsh tone, Niall clamped his mouth shut. He sent daggers towards the both of us before twisting his head back around to stare at the wall.

Manny sent me a pointed look and gestured his head to the door.

"There's just one thing I need to ask him." Manny raised his eyebrows, unsure, "I'll be quick, I promise." I whispered, pleading for him to let me. Not that I needed his permission but I knew he'd be mad if I did it without his knowledge.

"Fine, I'll meet you outside." He pecked me quickly on the forehead and reluctantly waltzed towards the door. Before he shut it, he sent me a look as if to say "this is your last chance." I just shook my head and walked over to Niall's resting body. I grabbed the plastic chair that sat nearby and pulled it closer to the bed.

Sitting down, I fiddled with my hands. It both frustrated and disappointed me that he was treating me like this and right now, he wasn't worthy of my time, but I needed answers.

"I had to say you were your brother, you know?" Niall sighed and I felt the bed shift the tiniest bed. When I looked up from my hands, he was watching me. "Why?"

"It's complicated, Lillian." He grunted. "You don't need to know."

"I broke the law for you, Niall. I deserve to know."

"Lillian, just leave. You're already too close to me by living with me; you weren't supposed to get involved."

"Involved in what?" Why was he speaking in riddles? I did all this for him, and this is how he repays me?

All I'm asking for is one simple answer and he can't even give me that.

"If I'm involved in something, then tell me." I demanded but he just turned his head again.

"Niall."

No reply.

"Niall, tell me why I had to write false information down for you."

Same silence.

"Tell me why I had to drive your passed out self to the hospital, covered in stab wounds and slowly bleeding to death."

I voice grew louder.

"Tell me, Niall, why I'm standing here, yelling at a guy I just saved the life of and also, JUST MET, for him to give me answers."

At this point I was yelling. Screaming. My voice was echoing throughout the pristine white room. And yet, Niall still refused to look at me.

I continued to yell, not caring who heard.

But in the ruckus of my aggravated abuse, I failed to notice the rapid increase of Niall's heartbeat.

It wasn't until several nurses and Manny barged into the room that I lowered my voice. And as they gripped my arms to drag me from the room, I was completely silent.

I watched him and his head which still was yet to look at me. Or even in my general direction.

A nurse fluffed his pillow and he kept his head down at his lap.

I must have seemed insane to the nurses. Hurtling obscenities at a horribly injured man in a hospital bed.

But I was scared. Niall wasn't who I thought he was and I was mad, no... disgusted in myself for trusting him.

Whatever it was that he was hiding from me, Daya knew about it. And I'd believed a stranger over someone I once loved.

I did this to myself.

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This entire thing was super extra omg

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