*Vic's pov*
I was laying on the bed with a neck brace attached to me. A doctor stood at the foot of my bed rambling about I had maintained a stable condition and had received a minor concussion and laceration too the skull.
"Nothing time won't mend" he smild.
"Time?" I choked out. I hit my head so hard that i was knocked out. He had attached several wires to me and also ordered that i was going to be receiving stitches later on.
I was relieved from the neck brace but I was told I would have to wait here to be cleaned up for the stitching.
Before he left he tugged the blue certain around the area of my bed.
As he left I heard the swinging doors open, the sound of a manic beeping machine alarmed the room.
My eyes widened, shes across the hall. I debated on checking but the panic set in and overcame the mental argument.
I untangled myself from all the wires, I fell dizzy from standing up too fast. My knees became week, I almost fell to the marble ground.
Adding to the splitting headache my machine began to alarm.
I cursed to myself and rubbed my temples, stumbling towards the doors.
I ran to the opposite side of the hallway. It was her, colour had drained from her face. Her eyes had become dim.
Anger set in, I hated myself for not travelling as cautious along the road as i normally would.
I mentally cursed the weather for blinding me from seeing the road ahead, too.
"Sir, you can't be here" a man called.
"You have to get back too bed, you're unstable" another said.
I ignored the voices and stumbled to her doors but I was being pulled away. I fought back with all my remaining energy, I placed my hand on the glass window and breathed out "its not her time".
The arms clasped around me, I ripped my shoulder from someone's grip. It all became so overwhelming as I saw her glassy eyes close.
"You stay away from her" I yelled, gripping my hair in frustration.
Her head sunk back into the pillow and the doctors frantically moved around her.
She can't die, if she were too I only would be too blame. On top of the retched guilt shaking through me, it was the thought I would have too live with that. Getting under my skin an living inside of me.
I felt to ill from guilt on top of how ill I already felt. I threw up my stomachs remains on the floor.
That really added to my sanity.
A man tried to assist me on walking but I could manage. I stumbled back to my bed and awaited being mended.
I just gave into this American nightmare.
After 6 minuets someone had arrived to stitch my head.
They rambled they're plans and the procedure they were going to take. I didn't listen, I just let a few nods every so often but my eyes were glued to the door.
It was strangely silent or maybe I was loosing my mind. The usual ruckus of patients and staff, wheels on the ground seemed to have drowned out.
"If you could stay still, it is a delicate process and shouldn't take long" the doctor assured.
I let a bland "okay" briefly pass through my lips as I kept my eyes intact with the door.
"also external cuts and grazes, will be cleaned and treated to prevent further bleeding or infection."
Apparently the large gash about two inches above my left temple required stitches (sutures) to keep them closed until they heal.
I think i heard her ramble about anaesthetic she used to numb the area around the cut so you virtually feel no pain.
I just heard the beating of my heart, all I could think of was that I hope hers was sounding the same
*10 minuets later*
It was being taken to a ct scan to observe my head. They wanted too check if there has been any bleeding or swelling inside the skull.
I had to wear a certain patients gown, I lay down and shifted before I was moved into the machine.
"Try and stay still" a voice sounded.
I gulped and closed my eyes, I wasn't a fan on tight spaces or hospitals for a matter of fact.
There was silence other that the strange whirring sound of the machine. I grew tiresome but I couldn't sleep my mind was still racing.
Soon enough I was being slowly shifted out of the scan and lead out by a doctor.
He tried his best explaining that "there's a minor swelling to the skull but if prefer if you would stay over night so I can observe the damage" he started
My eyes widened I wanted to just go home but I mentally saw Mike disagreeing with me giving me the parental look.
I wasn't planning on telling mike I was in hospital because it was 2 am and he would surely have a panic attack. He sure was a worrier and Im supposed too be the eldest.
I sighed and agreed as he explained more in depth what he may have to do.
"a small device called an intracranial pressure (ICP) monitor may have too be fitted."
I nodded without having a clue what he was suggesting.
"This involves inserting a thin wire into the space between the skull and the brain, through a small hole drilled into the skull.."
My eyes widened but I was tired of fighting and I didn't want to feel even more ill.
A nurse lead me back to the bed, on the way she ran through the rules and regulations.
Where I would get food, where the patient bathroom and showers were located in the wards.
A wire was attached to my arm and a device on my finger to keep track of pulse of something. I would have too ask the nurse when it would be possible to use my phone.
Times were going to be told to me so my phone wouldn't interfere with the machines.
"Are u sure you don't want to call anybody"
"No"
Then and there I was left for the night, an uncomfortable silent air to sleep in.
-C
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