Saving Rose

White

When I wake up, all I can see is white. The lights are too bright, I have to squint. It's painful. I close my eyes.

I hear an obnoxious beeping noise, and I can't remember where I am for a few seconds. What's going on? Then, it all rushes back. In the forest, where I tried to kill myself. Because I killed a girl. I'm in a hospital.

I open my eyes again. This time, I wait a few moments, then I can see. There are a few cards on a, you guessed it, white table. And a few stuffed animals. A stuffed turtle, which is obviously Tony's idea, and a few others.

Other than the gifts, the room is completely white, with a bit of grey, maybe some black. It's so boring. I feel uncomfortable with all of the white, so I look down.

I'm in an ugly hospital gown, of course. It's itchy and annoying. My arms are bandaged, so I can't really look at them, and there are tubes sticking out from under the bandages. I'm thankful I can't see them. I shiver, thinking about the tubes, which must be connected to needles, inside of my arms. How many are there?

The tubes are connected to various machines. One looks like it has fluids, one looks like a vital stats thingy, like heart rate and breathing I guess. That's what's beeping. Right in time to my poor little heart. Like the drums to some song. I wonder if the zig-zagging line was ever flat. If I stopped living for a while. Dead. Like what I was aiming for. Well, that didn't work out.

I examine the tubes a bit more until I can't stand staring at them anymore. There are so many of them. I start to look around my room some more. There is a small sitting area next to the window, which isn't even visible behind the ugly grey curtains. There are two grey chairs against the wall, facing my bed.

Suddenly, the door flings open and a man dressed in white comes in with a bulky clipboard. Gosh, what is it with hospitals and the color white? Why not, like, green, or purple? I almost roll my eyes.

The man walks up to me, smiling like he isn't in a building full of sick and dying people. Does he just smile to try to cheer others up, or does he enjoy his job, even though sometimes he sees people die? Doctors have always interested me. How they can stay sane in such a scary environment.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Willow. How are you feeling? Did you just wake up?" He blabs, leaning over and looking at symbols and numbers on the machines. He smiles again. Creep.

I shrug at his questions. "I feel... Alive. I just woke up a while ago. Where are my friends?" I demand, thinking about Jaime, mainly. Who found me? Was it him? I'm dying to know. Excuse the pun. Where is everyone? Maybe they don't even know I'm here. Maybe strangers found me. Maybe all of my friends are looking for me, worried sick. Well, they should be worried. I tried to kill myself, and I wish I had succeeded.

The doctor just nods, scribbling down information on his clipboard. He waits a long time to answer my question, and I get ticked off with him. What's with this guy? Does he not care about my emotions? Just about the numbers and data?

Finally, he gives me an answer. "Your... Friends..." He starts, sounding disgusted at the word, "are not allowed to visit until after 2pm today. You're only allowed one visitor at a time, anyways," he says, making sure to show how he feels about my friends. Jerk.

I roll my eyes and sigh, flopping back against the back of the bed. "When can I get out of here?" I groan, closing my eyes due to a slight headache. The doctor chuckles.

"Not until your therapist says you can." He says, writing some more. I raise my eyebrows.

"Therapist? I don't need a freaking therapist!" I say, crossing my arms angrily. Or at least trying to cross my arms. I end up failing because of the tubes and crap.