Alex's Life

Chapter 32

I immediately slammed the button to the call the nurse and she came in and saw me going pale. I felt like I couldn't move and my vision started to go fuzzy, and as they put a gas mask on my face I blacked out.
When I woke up I was laying on my back in a different hospital room. My arm was bandaged differently and that side of my body was absolutely numb. My mouth and throat were extremely dry and I quickly grabbed the cup of water on the bedside table and gulped it down. I still felt cold and looked over at my other arm to see more blood dripping in. My feeling started coming back and I looked over at my hip and side to see that it was barely bandaged and was healing nicely. My dislocated shoulder felt fine but the cut on my arm was heavily bandaged and felt odd. I pushed the button to call the nurse when Jane's coughing fit came to mind.
"Sweetie how are you doing?"
"Where is Jane and how is she? Is she okay?"
"Honey Jane is still in the intensive care unit, where you used to be. Honey how are you feeling?"
"That isn't important, what is wrong with Jane?!"
"Honey Jane has a rare lung disease. She will be okay. But honey pie how does your arm feel?"
"It feels odd, I don't know, weird almost."
"They cleaned out the infection and stitched up your arm during surgery, you've only got about three more days in here. I'll miss your pretty face."
"Is Mr. Morris here?"
" He got released today. He is with Jane, hasn't left her side all day."
        With that the nurse walked out of room again leaving me with the tv and my thoughts, which is never a good idea. My mind starting racing sending me into a pile of thoughts. I knew I wasn't good enough for Mr. Morris I hated myself for all the trouble I had caused. I stared into space for a long time thinking about everything that had happened and all the stress I had caused for Mr. Morris. I spent all day thinking about how much I sucked to mankind until the nurse brought me dinner. I ate a few bites, not really hungry and not really thinking I deserved to eat. When night came the nurse had no reason to check on me so I softly cried myself to sleep thinking about how I couldn't cause Mr. Morris anymore problems, but before I went to sleep I devised a plan that would save Mr. Morris from his problem called me.