Hospital

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My eye lids slowly opened. But I quickly shut them again, the bright lights making me squint. Once my eyes adjusted to the light I looked around. It looked like I was in a hospital. I was laying down on a white bed like thing it wasn't that comfy. I had a very thin gown on me and have a terrible headache. My ribs hurt with every movement I make. My throat feels rough, dry, and scratchy. The room was plain white with a small table beside the bed and a TV on the front wall in front of me.

A middle aged nurse came in the room. She had a tight bun on top of her head and was dressed in a light blue nurse uniform. "Your awake I see, how are you feeling Ella?" She asked.

I just shrugged, obviously not wanting to talk. "Would your like some water?" I nodded, I couldn't even put on a fake smile my lips felt so chapped, dry, and like if I moved them they would rip apart. She gave me some water which instantly soothed my throat.

You've got hurt quite bad. Two of your ribs are broken, you have a busted lip, your left foot is broken, and your right wrist is sprained. But you managed to heal quite a lot in the time being you were here" I gave her a confused look because I had no idea how long I was here for.

"IYou were here for a month. You were in a coma." my eyes widened in shock. 1 month. 1 WHOLE FREAKING MONTH. My dad will kill me. "We contacted your dad about what happened. Mr. Storm was very worried about you he came almost every day, talking to you, to see if you woke up. He should be here soon actually. I just need to take some test and you have to take these pills." She game me 3 bottles of pills one was black the other was blue and the last one was white. I took each of them swallowing them with a sip of water. A couple minutes later the nurse came but not alone with the last person I want to see, my dad. To any other person his smile would look friendly and warm. But I can see the anger, hatred, and fury in his eyes and that's what scared me the most.

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