Cursed from Birth

That night..

I awoke at 3am that night, from being seriously uncomfortable, my hand felt like it was on fire. I turned on my light and looked under the covers. 

I screamed.

My mom came rushing in asking what was wrong, then looked down. She saw my hand. Which is what I was starring at too, screaming. My bed was soaked in blood, and my hand looked like what we had for dinner, my skin was just crumbling off and it burned so bad! I touched it and it stung. 

"Don't touch it sweetie, you might infect it. Get out of bed, we're going to the E.R." She said as calmly as she could, which wasn't very calm.

On the way to the E.R. my mom had told me to keep calm close my eyes and not look at it, but I could stop looking at it, the rain had done this! Something could be really wrong and it's all my fault! I was so scared.

 In the car, I must've fainted, or passed out because I don't remember anything after that.. I remember getting into the hospital my dad carrying me and my mom yelling we need a doctor. I remember the doctor opening my eyes and shining a light in them.. But nothing after that.

I woke up with bright lights in my face.

My mom rushed over to my side. "Honey, are you alright?! How are you feeling?!" She was running her words into each other, she had a look on her face that said; concerned and worried. 'I loved her so much, how could I put her through this much pain?' I thought feeling sad.

"Mama, I love you. I'm so sorry!" I started crying, I could see the tears well up in her eyes, either because I hadn't called her mama since I was a little girl or because she was finally realizing I did this to myself.

"Honey what did you do? I need to know so we can fix it." She said calmly. Putting on her strong face.

"I stuck my hand outside yesterday while it was raining, when nothing happened I got excited and thought maybe I was cured or never had it in the first place." I was still a little sad, so I was sniffling as I said that.

"Okay, baby," She paused, "If there was nothing wrong with you, we never would've said you couldn't go out in the rain. We didn't say that to be mean. We had reasons." She said looking sympathetic.

I just hugged her and cried. Behind her back, I looked at my hand. It was covered in white bandages and gauze. I couldn't see any part of it that was burned off last night.

"Mom, how long did I sleep for?" It suddenly occurred to me that maybe that wasn't last night.

"4 days, they said you went into a coma, please don't ever scare me like that again!" She started crying. She had held herself together so well this whole time, she finally let it out, and cried on my shoulder this time.

The doctor then came in. "How are you feeling Alexandra?" He asked.

"It's Alex, and I'm good." I said.

"Do you feel any pain?" He asked.

"Nope, I feel rather good." I said. 

"Good, that means the morphine is working. Since your awake now, we have to keep you a minimum of 20 days, 5 of those days will include running a lot of tests, blood work, cardio, skin graphs. The whole nine yards, you did yourself a lot of damage with that little stunt. Please never give us a scare like this ever again." He said with a chuckle.

With that he walked out, I sat there for a few more minutes in silence with my mom before my stomach growled and we were ready to get some food.

She brought me up my favorite, fried mushrooms, and carrot cake.

The two food's I loved the most in the world, and no place in the world seems to have both, but of course a hospital would! We sat and ate and shared stories of when I was younger, laughing occasionally, crying often. I never felt closer with my mom, and it sucked that it had to be something like this to bring us closer, but so be it.

I bet Nina hates me even more now..

A/N; I had to go to my softball game(: Enjoy, I'll write more later.