Sunshine

30- Hospital

Devin's POV

The past week has really been a rollercoaster for me. Well I was only awake for 4 out of 8 days, but I think I really grown as a person in those 4 days.

Being in a coma for 4 days, not fun. I couldn't do shit, but listen to how my hospital roommate threatened to runaway; if I'm being honest I would run with her if I could.

Mostly out of boredom though. That shit will be the real thing to kill me.

Another thing about being coma my mind was absolutely blank not like the scenes in TV shows where the one person is standing in a black room with a stage light on them, but it was just darkness.

The burn on my side was healing slowly, but healing nonetheless. They gave some medicine so it wouldn't hurt as bad, but the little shit still hurt.

"You should break up with him." My hospital roommate, Millie, tells me.

Millie is 17 years old with dark shiny hair, jade green eyes, with a button nose. She was registered into the hospital because she dropped a hammer on her toe.

I don't know how she did it, but she did it and now we're hospital besties.

"And how would I do that from the hospital?" I asked sulking into the hospital bed.

My heart cracked first thing when I woke up because I made the mistake of asking if Marco visited.

He didn't.

Apart of me thinks he just stopped caring. It's been 8 days and he hasn't visited once. I might've cried 2 or 3 time because of it.

It made me feel the one thing I hate in this world, and it was being alone.

Not physically, but emotionally. That feeling that I'm not good enough so the person stopped caring or being around me.

I've been alone in a coma for 4 days then to be left alone emotionally that put a painful pang in my chest..

Though it was all a traumatic experience I was sorta loving the attention. Someone thought I was important enough to try to kill.

Is this how presidents feel?

The one who didn't die from assassination of course.

Almost dying also made me realize the importance in life, and how we shouldn't take things for granted.

Just kidding. I just want some good unhealthy food because this hospital shit ain't working for me.

Like I'm on the brick of death and you wanted to feed my peas, some strange meat, mash potatoes, and pudding.

I don't even like pudding.

"You could call him." Millie suggest.

I look to my phone in the nightstand and a sadness washes over me, "I could, but I'm not. I still have 2 weeks until I'm released from the hospital. I'll do it then."

"You're just prolonging it." She states.

I nod my head, "I wouldn't be a true procrastinator if I didn't." I remark.

Unfortunately Millie was checked out of the hospital yesterday so I've been stuck sitting in my lonesome drawing awful cartoons and watching SpongeBob.

My movement stills and my heart drops as gun shots rings out throughout the building.

Damnit. Someone always doing some shit like go to fucking sleep and leave me alone.

I debate if I should try to escape because I really don't feel like it because fighting for your life is a workout and I'm not in really good shape at the moment, but I reluctantly pull out the IV getting up from the bed.