I jolt up in a cold sweat. My hair is stuck to my face. A scream fills the air. A nurse runs into the room.
A gentle hand touches me. Jerking away I smack it. I jump off the bed. Pain shoots through my chest. My head swims. Causing me to wobble.
Forcibly I stumble to the door. The nurse grabs my arm. She tries making me turn around. I can't think straight. Everything is twisted. The ground rushes towards me. This isn't like being high. My head pounds. My chest kills me. Tears rush in streams down my face. A scream fills the hall and soon doctors and nurses do too. Two come up to me. I kick frantically. I make contact with a few things. They drag me back to the room. Back to the bed. It takes multiple people to hold me down, I can't see how many exactly. All I know is soon my whole mind shuts down and everything goes black once again.
***
Slowly I come back. Its like a camera. As it takes time to focus back on the world. I see Lucas's face once again. I jerk over to him. He jumps. Not back, not forward, just jumps.
"Lucas?"
I exclaim and ask all at the same time.
"Yes. Im here. What happened last night?"
I see his head snap back again. Austin being beat. Eden helping me but getting stabbed.
Then Lucas's head snapping fills my vision again. Blood splatters.
I curl up away from him.
"Scarlet? Are you ok?"
Grabbing my hair I look at him, crazed.
Your turning into your mother. A crazy laugh follows.
Dont listen to that. You are ok. Everything around you is ok. There is no need to worry. Someone else is in charge. Look at Lucas. Feel the comfort you receive through him.
I obey the soothing voice. Instantly after looking at Lucas a wave of peace and comfort flows through me.
"Im fine. Thank you Lucas."
He leans over and gives me a light hug.
"Would you like me to get the others?"
Swiftly I nod my head, sending it into a fit of pain.
He walks out and soon comes back with Austin, Allyson, and Eden. They each give me a small hug. Especially Allyson. I whisper in her ear as she gives me a hug.
"Shorty."
She laughs and the boys just look at us. Making us both laugh more.
Pain shoots through my chest and I am forced to grab it. They all come closer to me. Like I'm going to fall apart and they need to hold me together. Austin gently lays me back into a laying position, as to where before I was in a sitting position. After a few minutes it starts to fade and I loosen up. I didn't know someone could become so wound up and tense from pain. They all focus on me.
"I'm fine. I'm fine. Anyways whats up?"
Allyson is the first to answer. "Well I went on a date last night after church."
I gape at her. "With who?"
I demand.
"Well lets say hes cute. And smart."
"Yea. He must be awesome. He sounds like a version of me. Only not as good looking."
Austin chimes in. Eden looks at him.
"Oh come one. Im way better looking than you."
Austin squares up.
"You wanna go. We all know i look better. You wanna go? Come one lets go."
He does a little bounce on his toes and mockingly puts up his fist. We all laugh. Eden puffs up his already broad chest.
"Ladys Ladys. You both are beautiful."
I laugh out. Neither one of them take offense to it. Allyson and I just laugh harder. And again my chest hurts but I just ignore it. Refusing to give in to the pain. Then I am forced to stop laughing.
"Ok but for real who was it?"
"You know Tyler?"
"The one with black hair?"
"Yea."
She blushes and looks away.
"Oooookkkkaaayyyy. Well uh how did it go?"
"Fine. He isnt that bad. We have another Thursday."
"Oooohhhh."
I wiggle my eye brows. Smiling while nudging her with my elbow. We all chuckle.
"So anything else new?"
Before anybody could answer the doctor walked in.
"Oh im sorry for interrupting," he says before continueing, "I just thought you would want to know we will keep you tonight. We will watch how you are doing then hopefully by tomorrow you can go back home."
I dont know whether to be happy or not. I have to stay in here for one more night.
But then you go home.
Home. You have no home.
"Thank you sir."
Austin says in his polite voice he uses for all adults. We all stare expecting him to leave. He clears his throat. "We uh have to check how your concussion is and that stab."
He motions to my head and stomach. They already told me there was nothing they could do for the three broken ribs.
"Do we have to leave for that?"
Allyson breaks the awkward silence as we all stare back to the doctor.
"Um no. Yall can stay."
They all look at me and head towards the seats on the far right of the room. Two nurses come in and they pull down the sheets revealing my gown. They leave the sheets right above my hips and pull up my gown. So only my stomach is revealed. One of the nurses squint.
"What?"
Questioningly everybody looks up at her.
"Well this shouldve started healing by now. I think we should scan it while we scan her head."
The doctor looks down and nods.
"I agree," he turns and addresses all of us, "we need to wheel you in and scan you for any serious injuries we may of missed. And to tell exactly how bad that concussion is."
We all nod as one of the nurses walk out. She comes back in with a wheel chair. They lift me into the wheel chair then fix my gown, one nurse is standing inbetween the groups view of me. Then they begin to wheel me out. One of my arms are hanging off the side the other gripping my Iv bag, wheeling it down the hall with me. We pass the waiting room and I see tons of people. Among them are Mr.and Mrs.Dodger and the preacher.
The get up and look at me when I am wheeled by. I give them a small wave and a faint smile.
Soon we are past the waiting room and in a room with a machine in the middle. They lay me on it.
"Stay still ok?"
I nod then it beeps and glows. For a second i just lay there. Then it begins to move and soon its over. They scoot me off and back into the wheel chair.
"It seems like everything is going good. We are going to release you tomorrow."
With that they wheel me back to the room. When I come in i put up two thumbs and we all start talking again.
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