*Skyler's P.O.V*
I slowly opened my eyes. I was in a white room. "Am I in heaven?" I thought. Once my vision adjusted I realized that I was in a hospital room. I sat up a little too quickly, becoming light-headed. I collected myself, and looked around the room. There were many machines. I looked down at myself, and saw that I had an IV hooked up to my arm. I was furious. I was supposed to be dead.
After a few minutes, a nurse walked in.
"Hello Ms. Simmons, I see you are finally awake." I stared blankly. "I'm going to ask you a few questions to make sure you aren't suffering any memory loss." I blinked, remaining silent. "Do you remember your name?" Yes. I know my own name. Skyler Taylor Simmons, it wasn't something I wanted to tell the nurse. I didn't know her. "Do you remember what you were doing before you woke up here?" Well, I was trying to kill myself. I clearly failed. "I'm guessing you're not going to answer me. I do still need to inform you on some things. So even if you're not going to speak to me, I need you to listen." That I could do, I just don't want to speak to this person. "You've been in a coma for the past week. I'm quite surprised you woke up this early. You are suffering from a concussion, and will have to wear a back brace due to you jumping with your back to the vehicle. Sometime tonight we are going to have you admitted into Langley Porter Psychiatric Institute. In other words, a mental hospital. You will stay there until you get better." I was mind-blown. The fact that I was in a coma for a week caught me off guard.
A doctor walked in and whispered to the nurse. The nurse turned to me and said that they were going to get me in a back brace, and then have me taken to the mental hospital. The doctor came to help me out of the hospital bed. I noticed that I was wearing the same clothes I was wearing a week ago. I went to stand up, but felt very light-headed, causing me to fall to the ground. I was helped up by the doctor.
"You'll need to take things slow, you were hit by that truck very hard." Way to state the obvious. I was in a coma for a week for a reason. We walked down the hallway a bit, to a room where they had many crutches, casts, and braces. They got me fitted for a back brace. I was informed that I'd be taken to the other hospital in a gurney. I was confused, but I got in the gurney. After the ten minute ride to the hospital, they started wheeling me in. I was given many stares. I looked around at the other patients, when one in particular caught my eye. He had long-ish black hair, icy blue eyes, and was very tall. He smiled at me a bit. I got nervous and looked away. I thought he was pretty cute.
They took me to a room labeled "Intensive Care". They informed me that I would have to stay the night there. They gave me clothes, and told me that I couldn't have the ones I was wearing until I was released. They walked me down to an office where I was greeted by a very tall man.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Ferguson. Would you like to tell me your name?" I stared at him, without saying a word. The doctor that brought me here ended up telling him my name. "Well Skyler, I'm going to assign you an escort, and a roommate. You don't get assigned a roommate until you get out of intensive care. Luckily, you only have to stay the night there tonight, unless something happens. You escort is Mr. Pitts. When you get out of intensive care, you'll get to meet him. For a little bit, you will be aloud to go to the recreation room." When I heard that, I got up as fast as I could, and practically ran to the rec. room. I found a corner and sat with my knees to my chest. I buried my head into my knees and sobbed. After maybe ten minutes of crying, I heard a voice.
"Hey." The voice said. I looked up, and was startled at how close this person was to my face. He quickly realized that he startled my, and backed up a bit. "Sorry for startling you." He said. I still had tears pouring down my face. He reached out his hands, and I flinched. I didn't know what he was doing to me. He stopped, and kept going, but slower. He wiped the tears off of my face. "You're way too beautiful to be crying." I still stared blankly. "Why are you here?" He asked. I remained silent. "Oh, you don't talk much do you? That's okay. What's your name?"
"Skyler." I said hesitantly.
"I'm Andy." His voice was so low, yet he looked so young. "How old are you?"
"16." I said, still keeping my distance.
"I'm 17." Wow, he's only a year older than me.
"Why are you here?" I asked him.
"I came here voluntarily. I became depressed, and didn't want to be a danger to anyone, or myself, so I came here. You?"
"I, um. I tried to kill myself. I threw myself in front of a semi." He looked at me, with sad eyes. He proceeded to hug me.
"I'm so sorry that happened to you." I hugged back, confused. I looked over, and saw Dr. Ferguson looking over at me.
"I'm sorry Andy. I have to go. I have to speak with Dr. Ferguson. I hope I see you again soon." He nodded and smiled. I really did hope I got to see him again.
*A/N*
I'm proud of this chapter. I hope you guys liked it.
