Never Let Go

Hurting Again

*Sorry that I haven't written in a while, I've had writers block.

"Bailey, you are going to be ok." The doctor has a reassuring look on his face, but I don't look in his eyes. I look at the wall behind him. He stands up. "She must be in shock", he says the lady in white. "She won't talk or look into anyone's eyes."

A man, no, not a man, my grandpa, peeks his head into the hospital room.

"How is she?" His voice cracks a little. The doctor repeats what he said to the lady to my grandpa. The doctor goes on about how I need to take a pill for my heart every hour, how he is going to have to try to get me to talk, or to even look someone in the eye, how if my heart stops to call 911. And how I need someone with me at all times at school. 

School! Oh no! I haven't thought about school! What am I gonna do. I

"Well, Iv'e already contacted her teachers about what happened so I guess we could try to get a name out of Bailey. The principal might be able to switch up the schedule of the person she picks." My grandpa walks over to me and leans down by my bed. "Bailey, is there someone that you want to be with you at all times in school?" Instead of answering, I stare past him, looking at something in the distance. In my mind, I want to say a name, but I can't talk. It will hurt my body and my mind. My grandpa sighs, his breath deep and shaky, and ask me again. "Bailey, is there anyone?" I think of a name, but don't say or do anything, i just keep staring ahead. My grandpa sighs his deep, shaky sigh again and gets up.

"Here, we will try this." The doctor comes over to my bed and hands me a clipboard, then a piece of paper. "Can you write a name of a friend at school?" Then he hands me a pencil. I think for a minute. Then I write a name. I write down Kyle Parson. Then I write down, he is my boyfriend, my mom and dad said I could have one. I hand the clipboard, paper ,and pencil back to the doctor. He looks at it and nods, and then he hands it to my grandpa. My grandpa nods like the doctor, but with a sad look on his face. He doesn't want me to date. I don't care. I still am.

"Kyle it is.", my grandpa says, his voice quiet and shaky. He gives the clipboard back to the doctor and sits down in a chair at the corner of the room. The doctor leads my grandpa to a different room so he can email my teachers and Kyle's parents. The doctor comes back in my room. He talks to me about himself, but I'm not listening. All I can think about is sleeping. I'm so tired. Eventually, I fall asleep. My dreams are full of happiness, of my family. But I know when I wake up, I will have to face the cold, harsh world.