As I sat there, motionless in bed, I tried to make out the name tag on the balloon. At the bottom of the string was a small bunch of flowers. The handwriting was scribbled, and since I didn't have my glasses on it was tough for me to see. I managed to sit up and reach for my glasses on the bed side table. The writing became a little more clear, but not clear enough to the point where I could read it. I gave up and turned over. My phone had several messages. I picked it up and unlocked the screen. They were from my sister.
"You got a comment on the video!"
"Another one from the same person!"
"Ooh it's a girl! She says she loooves your videos."
I roll my eyes. It must be a scam, it has to be. No girl has ever found any kind of interest in me, and I look bad on camera. I swipe away her messages and aimlessly browse on my phone. There was nothing else for me to do, other than go back to sleep. I couldn't do that at the moment, since I had just woken up. A few hours later my phone was dead and I felt dead. Nobody came in to check on me and the room was dead silent. Then I began to fall asleep. Slowly my brown eyes became covered by my eyelids and I could no longer see the white light of the hospital room. As I drifted away into my sleep the light at the end of the tunnel came back into perspective. Only more beautiful this time. I tried to go forward into it. I expected it to be something amazing, like the paradise I've always dreamed of. I wanna be up with the big leagues, millions of subscribers, conventions, and any game I wanna play. I woke up to knocking. My nurse walked in and informed me that I get out today. I must've slept through the night. I was excited and ready to get out of this hell hole. She removed my IV and they got me in a cast and I book it home. I instantly log into my YouTube as fast as I can...well as fast as you can with one hand. I loaded up my video and scrolled down. There was a ping, a new comment, a new strive, some new hope.
'What's your posting schedule. You make my day :)'
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Not Too Social
RomantikA boy who was in a horrible (not really) accident, becomes a little more rattled up with social media.
