Little Miss Curly [On Hold]

Chapter 13: A Year In The Making

Author's Note: The medical stuff in this chapter are not true to fact. Like I'm not sure if the things I put here are actually possible or if they could happen, but I hope that you (readers) don't really care that much about medical details, but in case the facts I do put aren't real, I'm sorry.

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Arianna's POV

Darkness. That was what I saw, well sort of saw in this dark slumber. I heard beeping and the sound of someone breathing. Or my breathing. I tried opening my eyes, but it felt like they were sewed shut, preventing me from seeing the world beyond. I blinked slowly, trying to pry my eyes open. When they finally did, I was greeted by bright and luminous light. Everything was blurry and cloudy, but throughout all the fuzziness, I could see white all around me. Was this heaven? Is this it? Am I really dead?

I felt movement by my side and shifted in my bed, but I regretted that instantly. I felt sore all over, like something in me just popped and made my whole body feel pain. I stiffened and groaned. That was when I heard it. A voice. Well, more like a startled shout or something? I guess I wasn't dead after all.

"Whoa! Oh god! She's awake!" a voice said next to me. I heard a button being pressed near me and the door opened, revealing a man in a white coat, along with a nurse holding what looked like a syringe.

The nurse walked over to me and injected the syringe into one of the tubes connected to my body, while the doctor silently talked to the man who was by my bed. I felt tired and weary. The substance in the syringe took the pain away from my body. I wanted to ask why I was in a hospital, but my throat felt dry and sandy. I motioned for the nurse to bring me water, but as if reading my mind, she comes over to me holding a tray with a glass pitcher and two glasses. She places it on the bedside table and fills one glass with water.

As she hands me the glass, she says, "Here drink this. A whole year is a lot to recover from."

I almost choked on my water. "A whole year?! I've been lying here limp and lifeless for a whole year?!"

The nurse chuckled at my response. Despite my raspy voice, she understood what I said. She seemed kind and sweet. Sort of like Nurse Joy from Pokemon. She had fiery red hair, pale skin, a radiant smile and dimples I wished I could have. She was very pretty to be a nurse, she could've been a model. Unlike me in this white, drab hospital bed, hair all messed up, pale white skin, bags under my eyes and chapped lips. I probably looked like the crypt keeper!

"Well, you haven't really been lying here limp and lifeless, this machine over here has been keeping you alive for the past twelve- almost thirteen- months. This one has been monitoring your heart, let's us know you're still in there," she joked. I was still too shocked to respond. "Anyway, I'll leave the doctor to tell you all the details, you just make sure you hold on tight to your hot piece of meat you call your boyfriend, if he was older, I would've snatched him away from you," she winked and walked away.

Was she talking about Kyle? Oh my gosh! I hope his feelings for me doesn't change after that fight we had. That fight wasn't even supposed to happen. I hope he still loves me the way he did, I hope a year of me being gone doesn't change the way he feels about me.

The doctor came over to me while the other man was standing at a corner, talking on the phone. I had no idea who that man was, so why was he even in my hospital room anyway? He had brown tousled hair and bright blue eyes. He was definitely toned and muscled, but he looked a little tired and he had bags under his eyes. He was definitely a cutie, but not as cute as Kyle.

The doctor looked like he was probably in his mid 40's, had black, graying hair and looked kind enough to trust. "Good morning Ms. Harrison, I hope you're feeling better with the pain killers we injected in you."