One Life

Chapter Six

Like in movies, there was the one beeping sound. The one that signaled that you were alive. The one that got annoying after awhile if you were the one hooked up to where the sound was emitted. The one that I hoped would stop soon.

But once the beeping was gone, I'd be following after it.

"Stella Hawthorne." My name came from someone who's sounded obscure.

Did they expect to sit up and say, "Yeah, that's me. I'm okay. Thanks."

It was pretty blatant where I was. I just didn't want myself to believe that it was true.

Heavy bright lights above my me, making my eyes burn through my eyelids. The continuously annoying sound minimized my hearing, and increased the pounding of my skull.

A rough hand was placed against my forehead where majority of the pain came from. The rest of my body felt fine, not that I could feel it much, aside from my stomach churn and slight tugging at my forearm.

When the hand was removed, my head fell on my right shoulder, and then two hands carefully readjusted back to a similar position as before.

After a while of scribbling things down, rustling through papers, and prattling rhetorical responses to himself, the person left.

An itching appeared at the back of my throat and if I could, I would've scratched it.

A slight breath and cough was emitted from my throat. You could say I was trying to clear my throat.

I shot my eyes open when I realized there was a tube stuck down my throat. It was suddenly uncomfortable, and I felt like I was gonna throw up if someone didn't take it out of me. It was basically shoving air down my throat.

I could have taken it out myself, but one of my arms contained a needle that was hooked up to a machine, along with a thingy clipped to my finger. As for my right side, someone was hold my hand.

Not someone, David.

He was sitting in the chair at my bedside leant forward, his head down in his loose hand. I couldn't see his face, but I recognized his ears, and hair too well.

My mouth was closed around the tube, but I let out a high pitch groan, and his head shot up.

He looked stressed, but his eyes were filled with happiness, and pain when they met mines.

Another head shot up after his from beside my feet, messy red waves everywhere, she looked stressed too. I couldn't believe Samantha was actually here. I was practically a stranger. She knew not much about me, yet she stayed with me.

Samantha got up quickly calling a nurse for help.

My breathing increased, as the tube got more and more irritating every second, the beeping sound increased too. I was panicking.

The nurse appeared seconds later, with Samantha close behind.

She placed one hand against my cheek and the other on the tube.

Personally I wanted Dave to do it, because I trusted him, and he'd know what he was doing. But that didn't happen...

"Breath, open your mouth, and don't move."

To not move, I disobeyed one command, and didn't breathe. I held my breath. And she didn't give me a chance to open my mouth before she yanked the tube out.

My throat was now sore, but I felt like a burden was lifted of my shoulders.

I coughed, and then one of those coned shape paper cups were put up to my mouth filled with water, I was dismayed, but swallowed unmindfully.