I woke up in a bright room. i took a few seconds to adjust my eyes to the light. after this i looked around.
to my left i spotted a small square TV and two drips which were connected to the canulas in my arm. one canula was in my writs and the other at the crease of my elbow.
i started to take in other features. i had 3 other girls in my room all in the same state as me and similar ages. the view from my bed was pretty good. it was of the sea side.
a nurse quickly rushed over towards me."miss please lie back down you will hurt yourself." i did as i was told but i didn't respond. the nurse did seem nice though.
"the drip leading into your elbow crease is your antibiotics which i will inject into your arm at certain times. the other drip is your morphine. here's the clicker.
when you click it a heavier dose of morphine enters your blood stream and should make you feel better.
if you have any other problems press this red button and i will show up. by the way my names Hannah."
i just nodded.i didn't trust my voice. i would probably cry about the man who was meant to be my father put me in here. i wonder what happened to him.
i hope hes rotting in a cell. i hape he gets judged. i hope he never gets out.if it was my choice he would get the death penalty. its not though. its the judges choice.
instead of taking in the rooms features i decided to look at the damege he caused. i had a big bandage wrapped around my head. stitches on my forehead from the smashed glass.
i had one broken and one cracked rib.cuts went all up my arms and down my legs.the damage was bad but it could of been much worse so im gratefull im still alive.
its been around an hour now and i want to see jake and tom. they both slowly walked through the door. as soon as tom saw me his smile dropped as did jakes.
tom lifted jake onto my bed. i gave him a big hug and tom just sat on the chair. his face was emotionless. i had never seen this of tom he was always so cheerful but here he was looking glum.
i couldnt help but feel it was my fault. now jake will grow up an orphan. he wont get that father figure every boy deserves. we wont have a house.
ill have to drop out of school and get a job to put money on the table. its all my fault.
aurthors note
this chapter is based on my experiance in the hospital. dont worry i was in there for appendicitis (nothing to sirious).i have an idea of what i can do with this story and am exited to write more chapters.
