Blown Apart

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Bronte POV

I open my eyes to bright lights which immediately make me wince. My eyes start to slowly adjust to what's around me. I look to see Mom(Beca) sitting on the couch half asleep. I try to sit up slowly but don't have the energy to even move my body weight.

"Hey Monkey let me help." She immediately comes over and helps me adjust the bed. I'm surprised she knew how to work it but I assume she has been with Cece a lot. She also pressed the call button behind my head like I didn't see it. I did. Clearly I needed a doctor.

"How are you feeling?" My throat was so dry but I managed to scratch out.

"I've been better." She touched my head, which immediately made me feel uncomfortable. She explained she was texting Mama(Chloe) to say i have woken up and for her to get here. She also said she had a surprise for me once the doctors had come by and talked to me. I didn't like surprises anymore. I don't want a surprise. But i wasn't going to tell her that. I just nodded trying to be happy. But to be honest i was just confused. I don't remember what happened. Or why I was here. I wanted to be with Lexie, I wanted her to be hugging me. I sound horrible for not wanting my parents first. But ever since I originally woke up after the-. Situation. I had felt a disconnect. Even when sitting with Mama on the bed. Knowing my Mom couldn't look at me. I panic. Lexie didn't know me before. She wouldn't have without this thing happening. And yet here she was wanting her to be here more than her own family. She didn't want them to think she didn't love them that wasn't it. But she didn't know what was.

The doctors came in shortly after. They were talking about what had happened and checked my stitches and machine. Then also shone a light in my eyes. Then they continued talking about what happened and what was going to happen. I wasn't listening. I couldn't concentrate on what they were. I tried a few times but then I gave up. What difference does it make if I know what is happening? They are going to do it either way. I don't get a say. My parents do. Mama is holding my arm and squeezing it occasionally. I weakly smiled at her. Maybe it was the drugs that i'm on. I can't think or concentrate. That must be it. Well it's what i'm going to tell myself if not.

Suddenly everyone is looking at me and I know I missed something.

"Sorry?" Bronte said, really unaware of what is going on.

"Are you okay? Do you need us to slow down?" Dr Robbins asks. I can't deal with so many people looking at me, I could feel my heart start racing. I didn't know what to say. I would ask them to slow down if I knew what they were saying. And if I was listening it's not like I understand. I barely understand science class. Let alone when it was about me. I can't look at my mom. They expect me to answer. To know what's going on. To be okay. I panic more and then meet eyes that I know will help.

"Maybe this is a lot, like last time. Maybe we go over this, then I explain to Bronte a bit simpler." Dr Grey says smiling at me and I give a smile so she knows that's what I want. I just hope everyone feels the same. And they agree as I really don't know what I want after all.

"Is that what you want?" Mama looked at me and I met her with wide eyes, then I took a shaky breathe in and nodded before breathing out again.

"Okay sweetie, we will be just outside okay, call us back in if you need anything, okay?" Mama grabbed my hand and I nodded. Then along with the rest of the doctors reluctantly left the room.

Dr Grey didn't say anything to begin with just looked around the room, like she had never been in her before. She let me wait. I appreciated it but I knew it wouldn't last. I look at her until she speaks first.

"You're welcome." She says with a smile and roll my eyes as best I can, but again she was right. I was thankful.

"Would you like me to tell you what they are saying?" She asks me, coming to sit on the edge of my bed.