Zollanya

Chapter 8

I'm just winging all the medical and hospital stuff ok???

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All I could hear were the sounds of beeping machines surrounding me, but all I could see was nothing. My eyes were still closed, and so I forced them open to be met with what seems to be a hospital room. I look to my left to see my mother asleep, her hand holding mine and her head resting on the bed. Why am I here? What-

And then it hit me.

*Flashback*

He inserts the key into the ignition and starts the car.

"What are you-" I am cut off mid-question.

"Surprise, shh."

I sit back in my seat and buckle in my seatbelt. Where could we possibly be going at 2:30am? I don't drive so I can't decipher where we could be going. Zachary silently decides that since almost no-one would be driving at this time, he is going to speed.

"Zachary, slow down," I say as I peer over onto the speedometer, "you're going like 140 miles per hour. I don't care if the roads are almost empty- we can still crash."

He doesn't listen and he starts going faster.

"What is wrong with you?" I mumble under my breath and shake my head.

Even though I'm scared for my life, I decide to sit back and keep quiet. It's fun to speed but on the other hand, I can't help the nagging sound in my mind warning me of drunk drivers, lost brakes, steering wheels losing control and just the basic ways to crash.

We are coming up to a turn but Zachary doesn't slow down. I am scared because beside the road is a small ditch and if we crash and survive, I will kill him.

"Zachary, aren't you going to slow down? I swear if you're still high and drunk..." I stop mid-sentence as I remember that he is in fact a little of both.

"Stop the car! You're drunk!"

He glances me and laughs. What the...
Just as I decide to take action, the world begins to spin around me. It feels like everything is happening in a millisecond; I dont even have time to scream or think. While being lurched forward, the airbag rapidly emerges and it feels like the car is no longer on the ground. The last thing I feel is the hand grasping mine as I drift away into unconsciousness.

*End of flashback*

It hurts to think. I am so angry! How dare he? In all my anger I try to get up but a sharp pain in my head stops me.

"Ahh!" I scream in pain and tenderly touch the spot with my arm, which is connected to tubes.

About ten seconds later a woman who I conclude is a nurse rushes in and to my side. "Darling! What happened? Did you try to get up?"

I can't even speak or nod so I simply give her a 'mhmm' in response.

"Okay, you'll be okay as long as you stay still. You hit your head pretty hard this morning in a car crash. Do you remember that?" She asks.

I give her another 'mhmm'. With all my strength, I manage to muster a question that has yet to be answered, and it is now I realise my throat is a desert. Even though I'm kind of angry, I need to know that he's okay. "Where's Zachary? Is he okay?"