I heard rapid beeping sounds. Were the doctors really trying to save me still? Wow, they really must think I’m important in the world or something. I deserved to die, after all, it was my fault my uncle was dead. One thing I knew for sure was I knew my hopes were crushed on wanting to die when my eye lids opened. The idiot doctors who saved me, unfortunately, sighed in relief. If I had enough strength right now, they would be seeing stars.
They let my dad see me and I found the strength to turn my head away from him. He knew what I was thinking. My dad leaned towards me.
“It’s not your fault,” I could hear the pain in his voice. He rested his head on the rail. If my dad wasn’t in here, I would cut off the oxygen supply.
“No, dad, it is my fault. We didn’t have to leave right at that time. We could have waited,” he shook his head.
“It could have happened to anyone,” I let out a sigh then he spoke again lifting his head. “Your mother is with your sister. She’s going to have to stay here for a few days, but you on the other hand; you need to stay here for a few weeks.” I scuffed.
“They are insane if they think I’m going to stay here that long. Is my phone here or is it with the car?” he got up and moved to a table. He walked back over to me and raised my bed so I was sitting up but still at an obtuse angle.
“Here you go,” I took my phone and he left the room, closing the door behind him. I turned my phone sideways and flipped it open. I typed a message to a friend who I knew who would come, it said: Can I call?
I waited for my friend to text me back. For some reason I had a feeling something else was going on here, but I didn’t care. My phone lit up, then vibrated. The reply read: Sure, remember you can call me whenever you need to. I closed my phone and went to my contacts and pressed send and waited for an answer.
“Hi Rose,” the voice on the phone answered. For a moment I was speechless.
I cleared my throat, “Charles, can you come to Iowa?” the noise in the background faded and then all I could hear was him breathing.
“It may take me a while but yeah. Rose, is everything alright there?”
“No, just get here as soon as you can. I’m at the hospital; you know where that is right?” There was a long moment of silence on the other end.
“Yeah, I’ll ask questions when I get there,” from the sound of his voice he was worried and the noise in the background sounded like he was packing. “See you tomorrow night. Alright Rose?”
I smiled, “alright, see you then.” I hung up and rested my head back on my pillow. I hated asking him to come to Iowa. Charles lives in Wichita, Kansas. I’ve known him since I was fourteen. Now, I am eighteen and he is twenty-one. When I first met him I liked him for almost four months. However, I had to convince myself not to like him. We texted all the time back then. His birthday is May twenty-second and mine is the twenty-third.
You could call it coincidence, or you could call it pure luck. But to me, it’s just plain fate. I picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. My head was throbbing. My thumb pressed the nurse’s button and I impatiently waited. Pain was shooting everywhere through my body. The red-headed nurse came in and increased the morphine.
“How are you feeling?” she asked while messing with my medication.
“Aside from the pain, terrible. My foot is killing me, could you let the doctor know,” not like I really wanted to see one of those insane doctors. She smiled and finished with the medication.
“Sure I’ll let him know and he’ll be in as soon as possible,” I thanked her and she left the room. Pain killer was mandatory, especially since Charles was coming. I felt delusional; maybe that’s why I think that pain killer makes people look better. Would Charles really care what I look like? Whatever! I didn’t really give a crap about what was going on, I should be dead anyways.
