Chapter 4: Man I hate needles
"Kate?" I hear only a faint whisper. My vision is cloudy and extremely blurry. Breathing feels like pins and needles in my stomach and intestines.
So this is what it must feel like when you're dying, I thought.
Just take me now. End this pain, this torture, this life. Just take me.
"I think I'm getting a pulse! Come on Kate, fight it! You can do it, please don't die. Don't die on me Kate." still a faint whisper. I can't respond, can't move, can't do anything. Cold and hungry, a helpless, lifeless person left to die. End this dream. Somebody.
"Kate! Can you hear me! Answer us, please!"
My only response is a tiny nod, barely visible, and then more black nothingness.
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The sound of an ambulance fills my ears. Where is it coming from? Where am I? Where am I going? What's happening? Am I going to die? All these questions fill my head as the truck keeps moving. And I realize I'm the person in the ambulance. What about Mom? What about Dad? I feel so alone, unable to fight this feeling off.
"Get her out! Get her on the gurney!" someone commands. And then I feel myself being lifted off the cold floor and on to a cot and being wheeled through the hallways. And then a prick in my arm. 2 pricks. And IV and a blood draw just happened.
Man, I hate needles.
My eyes slowly, very slowly adjust to the bright lights in the emergency room.
"Getting pulse, now."
One minute of silence passes by.
"145. Look, she's awake!" someone else yells with relief.
A small cheering in the room begins.
"Are you okay, sweetie?"
"Yeah, I guess," I croak out, my voice barely audible.
"That's great. Your family and friends are here, but we need to do a couple more checks and you have to stay here for a couple of nights."
"What kind of te-"
I'm cut off by another needle. And once again everything falls dark once again.
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Sorry this is such a short chapter. So, yay! She survived. But will she still be part of the mission? Keep reading to find out. (Also, post your thoughts please)
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