My Name is NOT Cupcake

Chapter 5

My first conscious breath was the hardest. My lungs burned with every wheezed attempt. My body was

in a sharp pain as I tried to remember what happened. A flash of my fall hit me and had me wincing

again. It felt like five buses had hit me. Coughing rocked my body only adding to the pain. My eyes

cracked open and took in what I could see without moving. I knew that moving only guaranteed me

more pain. My ears kicked in next. All I could hear was a steady beeping. Again with my wheezing, and

I sounded worst than I thought. There was a steady flow of air coming in through my nose. I felt

something warm encasing my hand. I tried to turn towards the warmth but instantly regretted it. A

strangled noise left my lips as I started breathing heavily from the pain. A shadow appeared in my

eyesight. The shadow slowly focused into the man who kidnapped me. His perfect tan face was red

and puffy. His eyes were bloodshot as if he had been crying. His hair was tussled as if he had been

pulling at it.

"What were you thinking?" he asked hoarsely. I caught my breath and tried to moisten my mouth to

talk.

"Nova," I breathed. I winced at my own voice. I sounded like a croaking frog. The man still looked

confused. "My name," I tried again. A smile spread across his face.

"Your name is Nova," he said in realization. I tried to nod but it only caused pain to erupt in my spine.

Tears sprung to my eyes as on their own accord.

"You broke a few ribs and fractured your spine. Also, you shattered your arm and ankles. There's a

compound fracture to your right leg. But I managed to catch your head so no damage there," he

explained. My eyebrows deepened in thought and confusion.

"You jumped too," I whispered confused. His face was still as stone as he sat still. If I weren't wrong, I'd

say he looked nervous.

"No I didn't," he answered quickly. "You've been in an induced coma for 5 weeks now to try and give

your body an opportunity to heal some. You've been dreaming for a while," he chuckled nervously. I

didn't believe the dreaming thing one bit.

"But-"

"Elias," he said quickly, cutting me off. Despite myself, I fell for it. I knew what he was talking about and

I didn't care that I was broken. My dry lips cracked a smile at finally being able to put a name to the

face of my beautiful kidnapper.

Stop it! He's not beautiful.

"Your name," I croaked. There was a knock on the door before it opened to reveal a doctor. He had a

full head of snow-white hair and bright blue eyes that stood out against his pink face. All in all, he

reminded me of an in-shape Santa Claus. He smiled kindly at me.

"Good, you're awake. My name is Dr. Michael Shatter. How do you feel?" he asked as he grabbed a

clipboard at the end of my bed and went over a few things silently.

"I feel like I've been run over by five trains," I answered hoarsely. He scribbled something on the

clipboard before he put it back in its place and faced me.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.