I was awoke by bright lights and quiet chatting. I opened my eyes and immediatly shut them. I was in hospital, and the white ceiling and lights hurt my eyes. My head throbbed every five seconds, reminding me of what happened. The Tower. I relaxed, knowing I was safe from the dangers of my dream. I moved my hand to my forehead, to try and ease my pain. The chatting stopped. I wanted to know who was in the room with me. My lip trembled, I didn't want to be with people. I weakly whispered to nobody, "Who, who's there?" I heard shuffling, somebody was coming closer. My body tightened. "Martha, hunny, it's me." The thick, angelic voice of my mother flew into the air. I could tell she'd been crying. "Mum?" I felt somebody grab my hand. I sighed, I really was alive. I hadn't died in that dirty old tower. I couldn't beleive it. I was actually alive. I managed to smile. I wanted to see the room, see where abouts in the hospital I was. I slowly opened my eyes, aware of the bright light attacking them. I looked side to side. On my left was my mum, her hair was a mess and her eyes were red and puffy. I smiled warmly, bless her. Behind her stood a nurse, holding a clipboard. She was obviously checking my progress. Then it dawned on me. How long had I been in here anyway? I gently lifted myself up by propping my elbows behind me. My mum smiled, happy that I was actually awake. "Mum, how long have I been in here?" Her smile faded, and a worried expression slid onto her face. She hesitated, unsure wether to tell me the truth. "You've been here for a week, unconcious." I gasped and fell back onto the bed, unable to hold myself up. I'd been unconcious for a whole week!!?? Wow. That's a long time. "Wow." Was all i managed to whisper. I must have really hit my head. Well, I'm awake now. I wonder how long I'll have to stay in this hospital. I decided to ask, I'm not going to lay here guessing all day. "How long am I in here for?" I weakly said. I was expecting my mum to tell me, but the nurse spoke up. "Your going to be here for another few days, just so we can check on you." She had an accent, but I couldn't guess where she came from. I nodded. I had a feeling I wasn't going to have much fun.
I never realised how boring three days in a hospital was. I was fed every few hours, with mucky cheap food. I watched people go by, and got checked on every now and then. My mum visited me on the second day, she brought me a card from Carla that read "Get Well Soon, love Carls xo" I chucked it onto the bed stand, which annoyed my mum. But other than those things, I laid in bed and done nothing. I became sick of the whole hospital scene quicker than I expected and when I was let out I couldn't have been happier. Even if I was in a gown that showed my butt.
I got changed as soon as I got home. I couldn't change quickly, because if I moved too fast I felt dizzy. So I took quite a long time to change. I couldn't put my hair up without feeling horrible pain. I regretted that trip so much! I decided I'd go see Carla, to thank her for her card and get my mind off things. I told my mum and escaped the feeling of being caged up. My mum wasn't too keen, but I she decided I knew what to do. I walked slowly to Carla's house, careful not to slip on the muddy paths. Finally I arrived. Her house was like any other's on her street. Wooden door, neat shrubs and black roofing tiles. Simple but sweet. I knocked on the door, not knowing who'd answer. I heard footsteps on the otherside. The door swung open, and Carla's mother stood in doorway. As soon as she saw me her face lit up. "Oh Martha! Are you feeling ok?" She ushered me in. I smiled. Her mother was the greatest adult I know, caring and funny. "Yes, I am okay thanks. I just got out of the hospital. I wanted to see Carla, to thank her for the card she made me." I said simply, wanting to see my best friend. I heard a bump and some giggles coming from upstairs. Carla must have a friend round. Her mum smiled, "Of course, she's upstairs with Miranda! She was worried about you, sweetheart. She'd be happy to know your okay." I nodded, smiling. It had to be Miranda. I walked slowly up the stairs, careful not to go too fast. I felt like a snail, slow. I finally arrived on the hallway, and shuffled to Carla's room. I could hear giggles coming from the other side. I wonder what they're doing. The door had pictures of me and Carla on, with various stickers. I smiled and pushed the door open.
