The Sanative Rose

Chapter 11 The Hospital

"He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart."

Psalm 91:4.

I hear a slow beeping sound getting louder and louder as I start to wake.

Where am I?

Making sure I didn't break anything, I slowly wiggled my toes, and fingers, and moved my eyes around. I then feel something in the elbow of my arm.

Why am I in a hospital? Whatever happened...I thank you Jesus that I'm okay, I pray.

Finally knowing where I am, I slowly open my eyes, finding it hard to keep them open. When I'm able to open them fully, I look around to see myself under the covers in a hospital bed. I slowly turn my head to see an I.V. in my arm. I look to the left of me to see what looks to be my homecoming dress.

Homecoming...the only thing I remember is being at homecoming, so what the heck happened?

I continue looking around realizing bouquets of flowers and teddy bears are everywhere. I slowly turn my head when I hear a toilet flush from across the room. Waiting for the person to come out, I try my hardest to keep my eyes open. My mom comes out and grabs her phone, not noticing I'm awake.

"Mom."

"Bray!" she scurries to me. "Hi, baby."

I crack a smile. "Hey Mommy."

"How are you feeling?" she asks.

I yawn. "Tired."

"You can barely keep your eyes open," she says, worriedly.

"Mom...what happened? Why am I here? The only thing I remember is being at homecoming..."

"Your blood sugar dropped low while you were at homecoming."

What? For real?

I frown a little, getting mad at myself as she continues.

"You passed out and went into a coma."

"What was my sugar?"

"22 and it kept dropping."

"That's the lowest it's ever been." I rub my head and take a deep breath. "...I'm glad I woke up."

"Me too." she gives me a big hug.

I hug her back and start to cry a little.

"I'm so glad you're okay Bray." she continues to hug me and I can't help but feel guilty.

How did I not make sure my sugar was okay? I can't believe this actually happened. I should've been more responsible!

All these thoughts consumed me as I continued to hug my mom.

"I'm so sorry, mom."

She pulls away. "For what?"

"I should've been more responsible. My sugar was fine and I-I don't know what happened..."

"Bray, it's okay. We'll talk about it another time and don't worry, we praise the Lord that you woke up."

"Yeah."

I look at her and smile as a tear slides down her cheek. She gives me a sad smile and I pull her back into a tight hug. For five minutes we sit and hug each other without saying anything and I say a long prayer in my head. Breaking the silence I ask where my sisters are.

"Brii just drove them back home a little bit before you woke up," she pulls away.

"Okay..."

She smiles. "You have someone waiting to see you."