Chapter 5-Relay or Race?

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I tried to move but it was almost impossible. As I tried to sit up I felt something sharp move against the inside of my skin. This couldn't be good. I opened my eye and shut it back almost immediately. The light here was too much

Just then I heared the sound of a door opening.

"Try to stay still. A little bit of fluid and you'd be up and bubbling again. I just want to take your vitals." I heared the soft voice of a woman before she put a stethoscope to my chest.

"I don't understand. What exactly happened? Why am I here?" I asked but I was no longer trying to move. My eyes had adjusted to the unnecessary amount of lumina in the room. I heared her sigh before she began talking.

"You came here to see your Mother-" she hesitated before she went on "and your Grandma and somehow you happened to have become a patient too. But not to worry, you'll be out soon." She quickly finished.

It wasn't long before everything began to rush back. The bus ride, the room full of metal doors and the lighting out episode. And the visit to Grams. I didn't think I could cry anymore until I began to hear myself sobbing. There weren't any tears but I could feel them trickling down my heart.

"Oh no. Please don't. Your mum's going to be fine. And so would you. Everything happens for a reason and we can't question God. But I know wherever your Grandma is she's happy so don't make her sad, okay?"

I didn't reply her but I stopped sobbing. Not because of what she said but because I didn't need what she said. I could be fine all on my own. I've come this far. She patted my head before she began putting all her equipments back into her trolley.

I replayed Grams conversation in my head again. Everyword I remembered. What she wanted me to do was crystal clear. She had handed me the baton like she said. I wasn't handing the baton to anyone else. This wasn't going to be a relay. It was a race.

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