Picking Daisies (Book #1, Emily's story)

Chapter Ten

Beep.

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Beep.

The sound filled the room and I wanted it to shut the fudge up.

I will throw that frickin thing out the bloody window!

I breathed in and smelled the clean air. I could smell the... the... hospital? Hospital! My eyes slowly opened. Yup, hospital. That witch put me in a hospital. I knew I should have waited like I always did.

When did I get here? The last thing I remember was Jazz picking me up and putting me in his car. Jazz. I began to panic and I turned my head to see him sitting there. I sighed out in relief and I guess he might have heard me because his eyes snapped open.

I sobbed and let all my tears fall out.

"Oh Emily." Jazz stood up and walked over to me. "I'm so sorry." He shook his head and sat down next to my bed. He slid his hand under mine and rubbed the top of it with his thumb. I noticed all the needles in my skin and tubes shoved up my nose. I cried harder and harder. I didn't want to be here. I don't want to be like this. It brought back the memories of what happened when I was ten...

"Emily I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I hate myself so bad right now. Oh Emily I'm so fucking sorry." Jazz put his head down and sweared some more.

"I should have been there with you. I should have never let you be alone in the halls. I should have... if I... shit. I'm so sorry!" Jazz babbled on and on about this being all his fault and what he should have or could have done.

"It's not your fault." I whispered. His head snapped up.

"What?" His eyes grew wide.

"It's not your fault Jazzy." I shook my head.

"Oh my fucking God." Jazz puzzled. I felt my throat dry and empty. I could still speak.

"Emily you where out for two weeks!" He shouted now. "I though you would never wake up from this damn coma! I thought they killed you!" Jazz stood up and started to pace around the room. I was in a coma? For two weeks?

A knock sounded at the door and man showed up in a white coat. The doctor I would imagine.

"Oh! Miss Darrow! Your awake! So glad to see you!" The man walked over.

"I'm Dr. Hawkins. Pleasure to meet you." He smiled a great smile. "And Mister LeBáca." The doctor smiled at him as well.

"How do you feel?" Dr. Hawkins turned back to me.

"Like shit." That was the first time I ever swore. And I feel so bad for doing it.

"Elaborate." He tried to get me to talk more.

"I don't know. Just tell me what's wrong with me so I can go home." Home. Jazzy's home. I called it my home.

"Ok calm down Miss. You have been in a coma for two weeks tops. The story Mister LeBáca informed us on was that you where in a pretty nasty fight at your school, BlackWood Bears Highschool. The bullies, in this scenario where mostly girls, and apparently they jabbed there heels into your sides and legs. No permanent damage, just a few scrapes and bruises."

The doctor pulled out an X-ray to show me. "However, your leg is broken." He pointed to the damaged areas on the X-ray. "You just have bruises and scrapes scattered around. I'm sorry to inform you that they used weapons such as pocket knifes or box cutters. That's why you blacked out. Blood loss. And it seems to be something hit the back of your head also, helping the black out."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing right now.

"We have put a cast on your left leg and since you are well and ready to get going, you can leave today but I would life if an adult supervises you." He suggested. Nancy. I have Nancy. She's always around. I nodded at him.

"Great. I shall go get the papers and you can be in your way. You can get changed in the bathroom." The doctor smiles and exited the room. Just then a nurse walked into the room.

"Hello dear. I'm just hear to get your needles out and make sure you are all set." The nurse smiles as she got wiped and bandages out.

I can't wait to go home.