Walking Disaster

Chapter 2 - The Ambulance & Hospital

They put me in the ambulance and all I wanted to know is if Casey was okay, but I started to throw up, I didn't know why. They knew, but I didn't, they also gave me the barf bag thing, I don't know what they're called, by the time we got to the hospital, I used about 500 barf bag things. When they brought me into the hospital, there was hundreds and hundreds of people, they brought me back to surgery, I didn't know why, but they did. Then, I woke up, I was greeted by my doctor, nurse, a physiatrist and my uncle, Liam, he said "Hey Elleigh, How do you feel?" I never knew how sweet someone's voice could sound in my entire life. He gave me a hug, then my nurse, Adam, checked my vitals, and my doctor, Hazel, checked my breathing, with a stethoscope, and then everybody left, well everybody except for the physiatrist, Asher, he was super nice. He asked me what I remember, I really didn't know but I remember the crash, and I remember Casey, I asked him how Casey was. He told me Casey was doing good, and he already talked to him, I was happy, Casey's good, so I have to be good. After me and Asher finished talking, he told me he'd be back tomorrow to talk, and then Liam came back in, he asked me if I was scared to talk to Asher, but I wasn't, so I told him I wasn't and he said that's, that's good. He huged me again, and then my parents walked in. I thought they were dead. They weren't, and I was glad. I fell asleep, because I was extremely tired, I never felt so tired in my life. I woke up sometime the next day, and Asher was in my room, just him and me, that's when I was feeling scared, I didn't know why, but I was, like I was fine yesterday with him, but today, I was freaking out, he asked me if everything was okay, I didn't reply, he definitely could tell something was wrong, but I couldn't tell him, I was too scared, so like a good guy, he went to go get my doctor, Hazel, I felt bad, but I told Hazel what happened, she said it was fine, she said "It's probably just symptoms of your PTSD." Then, I knew it was my fault. I just did. I should've talked to him, what if he thinks it his fault! I messed up, I messed up bad, but I ended up starting to cry, I cried a lot, so I ended up getting sick, my doctor came back in and checked my head and made sure I was okay, then I went back to sleep. I woke up sometime early morning the next day. My parents and uncle were in my room, then about an hour later, Asher came in, to talk to me, my parents and uncle left, so it was just me and him again. I was scared, but I knew I could talk to him. Not only that but I knew I had to. He asked me about my PTSD, not the crash, but more into my past, when I was raped. I really didn't want to talk about it, but I knew it was time, I've kept it in for so long. So, I talked about, we talked for an hour or two, because that's when I felt like I've said enough, or bored him enough. My parents and uncle came back in, and brought some food with them, I didn't really want to eat, but they made me, so I did. My nurse gave me some medicine, I don't remember what I was for, but I took it. Maybe it was an antidepressants, maybe it was something for my head, or stomach, I don't know, but it did something. I went to the bathroom, and then went back to sleep, but I woke back up about 5 hours later, I was still tired. Why? Why am I so tired? Maybe it's another side effect of my PTSD, probably not, but I don't know, all I know about it is that I have it, and that I hate it. I really do. I makes my life misery. I mean it was miserable before the crash, only because I was raped, but it's worse now, like I have to remember everything!? I didnt even want that to happen! I don't remember anything else that happened while I was in the hospital, so I guess that's it for this chapter.