"How are you feeling?" My nurse, Amanda, asks. I smirk. "Not so good," I reply. "On a scale from one to ten," she says. "Nine." I say.
My mom sits next to my bed. She is wearing her bright pink blush, which seems to pop in the winter scenery. "Hi," My mom whispers. "How are you?" She asks. Amanda walks in, and puts a platter in front of me. I make a throwing up sound, and look away. The platter has macaroni
and cheese, water, and a sad round roll. My daily dish. "Come on, eat. You haven't ate in a week," Amanda begs. It's true. I haven't ate in a week. All I want is a hotdog and some fries, but I guess I can't have that. Stupid people. Don't know how to cook. I get out my iPhone, and take a selfie. I add the caption, feeling about nine, and post it on Instagram. I look out of the window, recognizing how I am missing out on everything. I feel like I am not even alive. I smile, enjoying every second of the hospital's WiFi. Yes. Full bars. I smile, trying to make a Musical.ly, but I have so many wires attached I can't move. The nurse says I will be able to stay out in about a week, and stay out for a month. I am going to miss the WiFi.
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