Everything Will Be Alright- 1

Everything Will Be Alright-17

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Chapter 17- I owe you everything

I wake up to bright lights shining in my face, and it only takes me a second to realize where I am. The hospital. I had made it to this hellhole again. The first time was after Ryan had hurt me in the bathroom, and now I was here once again.

I try to think hard and remember why I'm here, but the pounding in my head doesn't help at all. All of a sudden I jump up and throw my blanket off. Dr Burns. She had brought me here after I had passed out. She probably knew about me drinking now, and I was going to get arrested.

I panic and try to hop out of the bed, but I'm tethered by wires connected to my body. I look down at my body and I'm wearing a stupid pink disposable robe with blue dinosaurs. I pull the blanket on myself cautiously and lay back down onto the bed slowly. Everything hurt.

I deserved this, didn't I? I could have killed my baby. I break down and the tears flow down my cheeks. I pull my hands to my face and I can feel the hollowness in my cheeks for not treating myself well.

A nurse wearing some cheery, floral print scrubs comes in with a large smile on her face. I groan and turn my head to the side. I stop my tears and wipe them from my eyes. She closes the wooden door behind her, and walks over to me. She looks to be in her 40s and has curly light brown hair that frames her motherly and pudgy face.

"I'm just here to check up on everything. The doctor will be in shortly. Tell me if you need anything at all sweetie," she tells me in a caring voice. I groan in response and let her do whatever she was doing to me in peace.

Once she leaves I breath a sigh of relief. Good. Nothing mentioned about my alcohol consumption. I stare up at the ceiling and to pass time I count the individual dots on the ceiling.

467, 468, 46-. I'm cut out of my reverie of counting dots on the ceiling as a very professional looking woman walks in briskly. Oh shit.

She smiles at me, but the smile is no where as friendly as the nurse's smile. She's a little younger than the nurse with long curly brown hair and piercing blue gray eyes and a sharp nose.

"Ms. Hall, I'm Dr. Applegate. We have been very concerned with your behavior over the past month. We are very worried about you. You're only seventeen with a baby on the way. We did some tests on you and we found that you have a low iron level, you're blood pressure is very low, and many other things are abnormal. We also found out that you haven't been eating a lot lately. You've lost so much wait since your last visit," she states with her head cocked to the side and hands folded.

I breath out a sigh of relief. She only thought I had malnutrition. She didn't know about me drinking. I hadn't been drinking long enough for her to be able to tell, she only thought I hadn't been eating. I think back to the guacamole I had been eating eight before Dr. Burns had came to my home, and I realize that that was one of the only things I had eaten those few days. I hadn't paid any attention to eating.

I don't talk in response, and she continues on, "We are going to be here every step of the way, and we want you and your baby to be able to be healthy. We just ask that you come to your appointments and care for this baby."

The tears come back again and she leans forward to hug me, and I squeeze my arms around her. I hadn't had anybody hug me or care for me in so long, and her hug was the first thing I needed on my journey to a recovery.

"I owe this baby everything. I let him or her down," I sob into her shoulder. She pets my hair and murmurs something I don't understand, but I don't need a response to feel comforted. She abruptly pulls away and she's smiling and her eyes are glassy.