You're a princess?

One Choice

Clara's pov:

You know that moment, that one moment where one move in a routine could change the flow of that one routine by just that one person, and that one move where people choose between right and wrong, that could change the fate of that one person.  That one move to choose between life and death, weather to live or die, fight or give up.  That one move rested in my hands as I had the choice between life or death.  I had the choice to Live my destiny or to change my fate. I had a choice to ruin the lives of many or save them from pure agonizing sadness I had a choice to weather I live or die...

It seems so easy to choose weather to fight or give up but when you meet death in the face that one move could become the biggest mistake of your life  or it could be something bigger, better more extraordinary than you could ever imagine.  It could be the right decision. 

And in this case...

I choose life....

My body was shut down but my mind was racing, it started with tingling in my ears releasing me of pure deafness, it traveled down my face causing the small hairs on my arms to stand on edge, the nerves in my body went on hyper drive causing my whole body to move in uncontrollable ways. The bed was shaking I tried to grasp onto the rail on the side of my bed but my arms were lifeless locked to my sides unable to move. I was fully alert and awake in the inside but dead on the outside.

The doctors tipped me on my side and that's when I noticed white shimmering foam was slipping from my mouth and oozing down my face.  My mind was racing, heart race running a mile a minute and not planing on slowing down.  Even though I may seem tough but this was the scariest moment in my life.  I was fighting.  Fighting the odds that we're going against me, fighting for what can ether change my life forever or can save me from an unhappy future.  This seizure could ether do no harm or change how I see myself.  It could make me not be happy with who I really am.  This one move could make or break my life.

My body loosened and I felt in control again as my seizure ended, I was place back laying on my back as the nurse ordered a neuro console of my two frontal lobes of my brain to check for any nerve damage or brain damage in general.  I was given medication to prevent another series like that from happening again.  I felt in control and I liked that.

I looked down at my hand to see a warm masculine hand holding it gently like it is a precious flower picked from a delicate garden. I my eyes trailed up the arm to the slouched body of a boy looking down at the cracked tiles of the hospital floors.  I used all the energy I could muster and attempted to squeeze the hand but with my luck I only made my hand make a small twitch. But thank god it was enough to make him notice.

His eyes darted to his hand and then made its way to my alert eyes staring at him confused and a little bit creeped out.  My mind was debating on whether i know this guy or if he was a complete stranger holding my cold almost lifeless hand.  I took my hand away slowly and grasped my blanket, I pulled the blanket up a bit, because I was cold. Looked at the boy again still confused.

Until he spoke,

"Clara, thank god you are ok, you gave me and the doctors quite a scare back there."

He chucked at the end of his sentence but I just stared at him in wonder of how he knew my name.

" um..... Who are you and why are you in my room?..."