I woke up to the beeping of machines. Great another day in the hospital my only savior from the place I call home and the people I call parents. I sat there in my thoughts until I heard the door creek open. My eyes shot to the door only to fall back to the ground that subconsciously held my attention at the moment.
My "parents" had just walked through the door with what seems like looks of triumph in their faces,as if they had accomplished what they had set out to do. And they had,which was to defeat me time and time again.
My so called mother walked over to the side of my bed and pinched the tube that was going through my nose which was at the moment supplying my oxygen in other words giving me life. I began to choke and gasp for air my face began to get hot from the strain of me trying to breathe. I could feel my self slowly losing consciousness.
I once again woke up to beeping but this time someone was in my room,someone I couldn't make out which caused me to panic and the machine they had hooked up to me for my heart, to beep uncontrollably.
Nurses and doctors rushed into my room and started to slowly injected something into my IV,which calmed me down,and proceded to check out my vitals and talk to me.
"Hi Ms.Jones how are you feeling right now?"
"I'm in a lot of pain right now"
"Ok where at?"
"My head and my side and what is today?"
"Well you have a mild concussion and three broken ribs on your right side.And today is Thursday you've been in here since Tuesday evening."
What I've been in here for a day and a half.
"Oh and theirs a young man and woman who have been in the waiting room waiting to see you should I let them in?"
Who could that be I thought before answering the doctor"um yes please,thank you."
"No problem ma'am I'll send them in a little bit."
