For Me?

Hospital?

P.O.V Aila

My eyes felt thick, my tongue was as dry as sand. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see David holding my wrist and staring at his watch. Where am I? Last thing I remember was the kitchen and then nothing. Trying to move, I groaned and David's head popped up and put a calming but staying hand on my shoulder. He looked relieved to see me. My shoulder ached so much, just from his touch?

"Relax dear girl. I think you fainted. Thomas brought you in here. You gave us quite the scare young lady."

I looked dumbfounded at the man. I couldn't have fainted, could I? I did not attempt to move again but scanned the room for where Thomas was. I couldn't see him at all. I gave them a scare.

"Thomas is getting you a glass of water. You've been out for a while. I stayed to monitor you just in case we needed more advanced medical intervention. Though I still would feel a lot better if you got yourself checked out."

I paled at his words. Hospital. I tried to pull myself up to sit up, it felt like an immense task, but I managed. I realize now I'm on the sofa, my neck feels stiff and I feel sick. But I won't be going to the Hospital. I can't. I try to focus on the surrounding room, looking down at my hands in my lap. I can't face looking at David and feel even more embarrassed, trying to figure out what is going on with me. I thank David.

"Tha... Thank you, David, I think I just need to..."

I was cut short as I saw Thomas walk in. Well, I say I saw him, what I really saw was his legs out the corner of my eye, and I blushed at the thought that he had carried me here, or he may have dragged me. That would seem more likely. For a brief second, I think I heard a sigh of relief, but it was so faint I'm not sure if it could have been down to the fact I may have a concussion.

"I think we should get a doctor to check you out at the very least."

Thomas's voice was very calm yet almost commanding. Would it matter if I even tried to refuse him? Maybe it's not a good idea to try in my current predicament. And I do not want to worry David further.

"I will see a doctor, but we do not need to go to a hospital. Surely someone can come here if possible?"

David's face softened towards me, and he nodded and went off. Thomas now took his seat and handed me the glass of water that I now noticed he was holding. He handed it to me and, after a couple of sips, began to feel a bit better. That takes care of the sandpaper tongue. Breathe, girl, breathe.

"Thank you for this". I signaled to the water "And thank you for bringing me in here, I didn't mean to cause a scene."

I caught a smirk from him from the corner of my eye. I haven't been able to look at him since he gave me the glass. Goodness, I feel like a right i***t who faints? Who on Earth just faints like that? I mean really.

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P.O.V Thomas

BANG! Spinning round, I saw her lying on the floor. She was right between the kitchen island and the kitchen table. She wasn't moving or making a sound. Rushing to her, I checked her breathing and for any signs of bleeding, sighing with relief that she was breathing, and no visible signs of serious injury. A gentle shake of the shoulder and she wasn't responsive.

"Aila!" Nothing. "Aila. wake up." Again a shake.

Scooping her up and avoiding knocking her further against the furniture, I carried her to the sofa. Placing her down gently, I began to feel around her head to check for bumps or even slight bleeding. Not being able to see any head injuries, I noticed a bruise beginning to form on the left side of her neck to her shoulder. She must have hit the side for that to be formed quickly. He now noticed what she was wearing, a light blue strap top and covering it was a wool jumper with several patterned flower holes which showed the top underneath. She had completed the outfit with dark blue leggings, she had a nice enough figure which she didn't show off but didn't hide either, very comfortable.

Getting up, he knew the best thing would be to get his father. He was a General Practioner, so he needed to find out how bad this was. Taking the steps two at a time, he made his way quickly to his father's room. He didn't knock but just let himself in. His father looked over the rim of his glasses while reading a book in bed.

"Son?"

"No time. Ailas fallen and she's not responsive."

I watched my father literally leap out of bed and take off towards where I had left Aila.

"Living room" I called out to him, but I couldn't move. It didn't make sense. She didn't look ill, she hadn't drunk much at all. It couldn't have been food poisoning. Hearing my father call out to me, he snapped me out of it and I made my way downstairs. He was checking her pulse and keeping track of the beats with his wristwatch. Felt like hours had past when he looked up at me.

"Pulse is fine, breathing is normal. I'm not happy about the bruising here". He pointed to her neck and shoulder.

"But otherwise she doesn't seem to be in any danger, we won't be able to confirm a concussion until she wakes up, but I won't wait too long if she doesn't wake up soon, then we will take her to the hospital. Go fetch some water. In the meantime, you look stunned. Go get some water, son."

And with that, I was dismissed, and he went back to his patient, my wife. Stunned? Well, yes, it's not every day your wife collapses what seems to be over nothing. What if she was seriously ill, and I didn't know about it? What if she was just playing about and actually hurt herself trying to get my attention? Why the hell am I even thinking about this?

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P.O.V Aila

After a few more sips, I then realized how achy and stiff my left arm and shoulder were. When I tried to turn my head to the left to look at Thomas properly, a sharp staggering pain shot through me, my eyesight was dotty, and I felt hands hold onto my hand that was holding the almost empty glass of water. When my vision cleared, my breath stopped. Thomas was so close to my face I literally just stayed staring into his eyes. The concern was evidently pressed into his features. But he really does beautiful eyes.

"Aila" He now had a hand under my chin and examining me. Oh my god, I'm staring. But why hadn't I noticed how hypnotizing his eyes are, beautiful gray-blue eyes that looked like a constant twisting and twirling of storm clouds. Since when did I even try to take notice, really?

"Where is the pain?"

Oh yes, before he got so close, I could hardly move my head without that sharp pain. But the concern on his face was so entrancing I was just in awe of it.

"My ne..neck, my shoulder. I can't turn my head without it hurting" I sounded so small and weak. Looks like I'll be going to the hospital now. I could feel unwanted tears beginning to build. He took the glass from me and held my hands in his, but I just couldn't look at him, I was too busy staring down at our hands. It's odd, the things you notice when you can't move or want to avoid looking elsewhere. My hands look almost childlike in his. He's circling the backs of my hands with his thumbs, its so pleasant and calming.

"I want to take you to the hospital. You have bruising and with the pain, it would be silly to ignore it."

I closed my eyes tight. I didn't want to go. Hospitals. Well, no one likes them, but, for me. It's so much worse. After not replying for what seemed like several minutes, I heard him.

"If you don't agree to go I'll get my father to speak to you, he's already worried and as soon as he hears about the pain he'll beg you to go."

He didn't sound harsh or even commanding, but he tried to sound somewhat gentle. But talk about a low blow, but he knows or must have suspected by now how attached I'm becoming to David. I hate that he's already worried currently, but I didn't want him to be even more so. After a couple of steadying breaths, I let my answer out in what could have been thought to be a whisper.

"I'll go"