Needles

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

5 years later....

Beep... Beep... Beep...

Was all I could hear as well as people talking, I could hear my mum, my dad and my brother. I could also hear Sam's voice but I have no idea why he's here as we broke up about a month ago. I heard more footsteps enter the room.

"Hello doctor"

"Hello Mrs Gosling"

Doctor? Wait where am I?

I listened again.

I heard the same beep, beep, beep, sound of a machine. I suddenly clicked

Was I at the hospital?

Oh no what happened? I can't remember anything.

I tried moving, but it only sent the machine beside to me mental.

"Hello, Abi. Can you hear me? Squeeze my hand if you can".

I assumed that this was the doctor talking to me. Tried to do what he asked me. My fingers twitched. What was wrong with me I can't feel anything. I then tried to open my eyes as all I could see was blackness and I didn't like it.

"Is she okay?" Sam asked. I still didn't get why he was here. I guess he still cares about me more than I thought but I don't trust him anymore after what he did to ruin my life. But all I want is to see some light, or maybe some hope or a clue to why I'm here.

"Sam you should go. She won't be happy to see you here when she wakes up". I heard my mum say softly to Sam. Wish made me smile.

"I think she heard that, look, she smiling" my dad said.

"How did my daughter end up here? I still don't understand. She takes her medication everyday at the night time. I just don't get it" my mum sounded like she was crying. Now I was scared what has happened to me, and why can't move. It made me think back to the day that I was diagnosed with diabetes.

*FALSHBACK*

I was nine years old. I was in the hospital. We'd just moved house once again.

The doctors had told me that my life would never be the same again, that I would have to prick myself four times a day and inject myself twice a day.

"I'm afraid Mr & Mrs Gosling that your daughter has type 1 diabetes. Luckily we have caught it when we did. Say in 5 years time it would be bad and she would be on a drip and spending most of her life in and out of hospital. What I am going to do is, send you to the hospital where they will put your daughter on a drip for a couple of days and introduce you to her new medication. It will take awhile to get used to things but she will be fine". The doctor said this to my parents, the day I wondered if life could get any worse. The answer to that was, yes, it could.

*PRESANT TIME*

I remember that day like it was yesterday. The day I screamed the children's ward down. Telling my mum that I was scared and that I didn't want my life to be like this, I wanted to wake up hoping that it was all a dream but inside I knew it wasn't.

Unfortunately I had to get used to it and I'm still trying to now. All these memories made me release that my life wasn't that bad. I'm a teenager, I still do things that teenagers do, except I can't drink loads of alcohol, and the main one is I'm not skinny, I never have been and never will be. I don't like to show my legs or stomach, everything that I wear makes me look fatter than I am.

I stopped to think but also to return to reality, I listened to the voices near me. But all I could hear was the machine. Where had everyone gone? Wondering if I would ever wake up, I had this tickling in the back of my throat making me want to chough. I tried. Nothing happened. I tried again and again. But still nothing happened. Now I was frustrated. Why can't I just wake up!!??

Then my eyes flew open, and I was hit by bright lights. I got the feeling back in my hands and the rest of my body. I flexed my fingers and toes. It felt good to see and feel everything again. I tried to sit up on to my elbows to have a look around the room that I was in. I was defiantly in hospital. It had that smell and the walls were dull and boring. I laid back down thinking if anyone was going to walk in any time soon, I then heard footsteps. Hopefully it won't be Sam as he's the last person I want to see. Luckily, for me it was the doctor.

"Ah, Miss Gosling. You're awake. I'm Dr Cachet. How are you feeling?"

"What happened?" I asked "and call me Abi"

"Very well, Abi. What happened is that your body shut its self down and caused you to collapse. Unfortunately you were standing at the top of the stairs and you fell down them. You didn't break any bones when you fell. You just have a bad concussion."

"How long have I been out?"

"2 days" the doctor replied.

2 days? 2 days!? How come it didn't feel that long unless my brain only decided to wake me up then, as it had had enough time being still. Well now I'm awake I can go home and I'm not go to sleep.

"When can I go home?" I asked eagerly.

"I thought you might ask that. I need to run a few more test on you then you can go home tonight" she said.

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Finally the time had come for me to leave the boring hospital and go home. When you want to go somewhere and quickly, the time seems to do what you don't want it to do, go really slow, when you want it to go faster. I made and I didn't kill Sam In the process, my dad had gotten him to go home as I didn't want to see him.

I got into my dad's car and we went home. My brother I guessed was staying at my Granma's. So he wouldn't come home till tomorrow. And there's no way that I'm going straight to sleep, no way not after spending two days with my eyes closed. So I wasn't going to bed anytime soon.