Artificial light blinded her,
As her eyes had opened,
At last returning her to life.
"She's awake! Thank goodness!"
She heard someone exclaim,
Sending a shock through her body.
Hands found her own,
Holding on in great relief,
Happy and upset alike.
"What were you thinking?
What if you had died?"
Whose voice spoke, she wondered.
She tried to sit up, to speak,
Stinging pain kept her down,
Still her voice was stuck.
"I was worried sick about you!"
It was her father, she realized,
Ignoring the unfamiliar faces.
Try as she might have,
There weren't any words to say,
To express her regret.
"She'll need to stay a while,"
Said a nurse quietly to him,
Showing him her chart.
"I won't allow it, she's fine,"
It was useless to argue,
Insanity driving him to rashness.
"She'll die if she leaves now,"
Solemnity had taken the nurse,
Sending a chill down her spine.
"My daughter is fine!"
Mild voices had turned to shouting,
Making her shudder in fear.
The arguing continued,
Taking twists and turns,
Telling of no real winner.
Her voice remained stuck,
Her words unheard here,
Hoping longingly for peace.
All morning they argued over her,
And her partially slit throat burned,
And still she longed for Death.
