Make Your Story

10 B

"Errr......" Katy stumbled, and faltered.
"What I told you about your parents.... it isn't true. Right now. That happened..... a while ago. Your father is currently serving his sentence for domestic violence, your mother is living in a special home that will help her recover, both mentally and physically."

"You didn't answer my question. How long have I been asleep for?" Ava persisted.

"Umm....... okay. I'll tell you. 2..... years." Katy said nervously, watching carefully for Ava's reaction.

"2 YEARS!" Ava exploded with rage. "I'VE BEEN ASLEEP FOR TWO YEARS, I WAKE UP AND YOU DONT TELL ME!"

Katy cringed and took a step backwards.

"Well..... It was a more of a coma than a sleep...." He stuttered, not helping her case.

"I'VE BEEN IN A COMA FOR THE LAST TWO YEARS, I WAKE UP, YOU LIE TO ME ABOUT WHERE MY PARENTS ARE AND THEN JUST CARRY ON LIKE NORMAL?!?! NO DOCTORS OR ANYONE IMPORTANT NEEDS TO KNOW THAT THE CHILD WHO'S BEEN IN A COMA FOR THE LAST TWO YEARS BECAUSE HER DAD BEAT HER UP HAS WOKEN UP, EH?!?!" Ava screamed, struggling out of bed and limping painfully over to Katy.

"Errr.... Listen Ava, please sit down. You'll kill yourself. And... people do know." She gestured to the wall to Ava's left, and she looked up to see a large black panel inserted in a window. While guiding her slowly back to her bed Katy pressed a button and it because transparent: a team of doctors sat on the other side, some scribbling notes and the others staring gob smacked at Ava.

"It was a one way window until I pressed the button." Katy said sheepishly. Ava sat down on the bed.
"You've been under observation since you woke up, well actually, since your heart rate sped up, but we didn't want to alarm you." One of the doctors bent to scribble something down while the other looked up, and one took a phone off a hook on the wall an spike into it. Ava couldn't hear a sound they were making. Katy pressed the button again and the window turned black again: one way glass.

Ava leant back on the bed, still in shock and embarrassed that her angry outburst was seen by so many people. In fact, she was ashamed she'd actually had that outburst at all.

"H-how is my mum?" She asked, her voice wavering as she stared directly at the white washed wall ahead of her, avoiding Katy's eye.

"She's..... better. Physically, she's almost recovered. Only a few scars remain, and they will stay with her for the rest of her life. Mentally though, that's a different story. Once she's told you've woken up and are not dead it will probably help, but the specialists taking care of her predict that she will never make a proper mental recovery. She'll be able to live a normal life but may be slightly depressed, or nervous and twitchy." Katy said, settling Ava into the hospital bed and tucking the sheets in at the edge like a parcel.

"And me? What to the specialists say about me?" Ava asked quizzically, all anger gone. "How long will it take for me to recover? Have I recovered already? Will I have scars? How long will it take for bruises to fade?" She glanced down at the large, purple and green bruise blossoming across her arm.

"Uh...." Katy faltered and looked up at the window. She had pressed the button again so it was transparent, and a doctor in a white coat nodded. He say at the middle of the desk, surrounded by papers. The other doctors gave him plenty I room to work at it was obvious he was the head doctor. Katy pressed the button and the black glass re-appeared.

"You'll probably have a few scars. Two on your chest, where you've had an ive ration on your ribs. Another on your left cheek, there seems to have been a knife cut there." Ava nodded, she remembered clearly where her dad had come home with a knife.
"The large bruise on your right arm apparently may never heal, but it's a 50/50 chance. All the small bruises will heal over time, some already have."

Ava nodded, taking all the information in. Katy left for a minute then came back with a tray of food: warm bread roll; butter; tomato soup; cheese; a slice if rich chocolate cake; a glass of orange juice; a hit chocolate; a cup if water. Ava readily gulped it all down. When she wondered why dm she was so hungry she realised: she hadn't eater for two years.

"How did they keep my alive if I couldn't eat?" She asked Katy, genuinely interested rather than pretending to be interested like she did at school (before her dad pulled her out).

"They had a drip going into your arm. As soon as your heat beat sped up to normal speed again and we realised you were coming out of the coma, the drip was taken away." Katy said, seemingly 'back in her element' now she was talking about Nursing.

"Okay. Okay. I'm.... Sorry. Im sorry, Katy. Thanks." Ava said, relaxing. Katy nodded at her and smiled, then left. Ava tried to sleep but she couldn't, because she couldn't help but think about the team of doctors watching. Would she ever be free?

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