The nurse, doctor and translator left the room after that. Through the glass door I could see them talking vigorously about something. I sat there. Not knowing what to do. Or how long I would be in this hospital. After they were done talking. The doctor and translator came back in. They started to explain what happened. I was annoyed at that. I wasn't stupid! I was there! And I remember what happened!
I know!
I told them with much force. Then I remembered.
Where are they?
I asked.
The people you were with?
The interpreter asked. Before I responded I glanced at the doctor, who looked confused. I liked that. Then I turned back to the woman and nodded.
The woman is fine, she got out with just a few scratches. She's the one who told us what happened. The girl your age is in a wheelchair for now. But will be perfectly fine.
She reassured me. I let out a breath, as if I'd been holding it in my entire time here.
Call my mom.
I said to her, then I gave her my mother's number. She turned to the doctor. And I am ninety-eight percent sure she told him my mom's number. And right after that he picked up the phone. He dialed the number, and waited.
