They took me into a white hospital room. I immediately hated it. I was used to the bright colors of purple and red in my room. I never fully appreciated the posters of New York and London, and Big Ben in my bedroom. I took advantage of the comforts of home. I wish I didn't agree to go to the mall with Missy today. Missy! Where was she? Was she okay. Was she... No. I wouldn't even think it. Missy, and her mom were fine. They put me in the bed in the middle of the room, and a doctor immediately hooked me up to an IV. He gave me some pain killers. I was grateful for that. The pain receding slightly and my body didn't hurt as much anymore. He quickly started to clean up my arm softly and bandaged it swiftly. The same with my leg when he was done. He bandages my head. He looks at me and is talking quickly. I look at him confused. He stops talking and stares at me. I try to find a way to tell him to shut up and call my mom. Or to ask if Missy was alright. He looked at me a bit longer. He turned around. And after a second or two he turned back to me. What the heck did he just do? But then a Nurse came in, so I figured he was calling her. She looked at me, and then at the doctor. She said something that I couldn't see. This was driving me crazy!I just wanted to be like any other person, where I could actually hear them! Or at least ask them a question! I could barely make out words. I can make out "Hi", or "Bye" or just a couple of noises that don't mean anything at all. I didn't know. "Shut up!" or "Talk slower!" which would've been useful. I tried anyways. They must've heard me trying to talk so they both turned to me with expectant looks on their faces. Then I thought of something that would help me. And I managed to say, with much effort.
Need... Paper.
