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Chapter 10

"What?! Three weeks??!", I was absolutely shocked.

"Unfortunately, yes", the doctor said while placing a hand on my shoulder. The first comforting thing I've had since I found out that my parents passed away. Seriously, even though I didn't even know that women, that was what I needed. Just someone who has my back.

"And uhm.. when am I allowed to leave the hospital?", I asked her.

"I think this won't happen that fast... you had many bad injuries that need to be treated and supervised carefully. Just a simple infection of one of your wounds could cause severe damage. You have several broken ribs, a broken leg, several cuts from the glass all over your body and a severe traumatic brain injury which caused the coma. You had a subdural hematoma. The blood that gathered around your brain increased the intracranial pressure, the pressure in your skull. It is still yet to be discovered whether there is a remaining brain damage but for what we know now your chances are really good. Tomorrow you will have a neurological examination and also you will have computed tomography you may better know as a CT scan. We need to know whether the injury has progressed", doctor Goldstein explains me.

"Oh wow... How fast can you see whether there is a remaining damage?", I was kind of confused, not that I didn't understand what the doctor was saying, but my brain hurt from thinking so much. I squinted my eyes together and took a second to think about what happened.
My family is dead and I might have a brain damage that could influence my entire life. I had nobody to help me through the way of recovering except the doctors. No family left.

Wait... no family left...?

"What is going to happen to me when I get out here?" I asked with a tiny, croaky voice, expecting the worst.

"Well... You will most likely go and live with some family member of yours I guess", she said, looking sad.

"There is no family left..."

"Oh my God! I am so sorry!", she said, looking shocked and a bit uncomfortable.

"Nothing to be sorry for" I said quietly. "Am I going to live in foster care?" I went on questioning her, scared to hear the answer.

"I guess this will be the only possibility left... I am so sorry", she said, tears forming in her eyes. Gosh, I never saw a doctor showing as many emotions as she did. I didn't mind, it made her sympathetic.

We chatted a little bit more and soon worked out what will going to happen to me after this. Foster care, yay. I wanted to curl up into a little ball and cry. Soon I felt tired and the doctor left. The day went by really slowly and I ended up sleeping a lot. In the morning a nurse came and injected an iodized contrast medium to emphasize different parts of the brain so they could have a better look at them. I need to admit that I am quite scared of the scan. I know it won't hurt me, it's the results that scare me. What if it hasn't gotten any better? What If I have a brain damage for the rest of my life? What if it stops me from doing things I love? All these thoughts shot through my brain within seconds, repeating themselves over and over again, making me want to cover my ears. Soon it was time to go into the CT.

Guess what. I hated it. I was so scared of the results. And they told me that it would take them some time to examine the pictures. Great. More time to panic for me.

I was slowly feeling better. I mean physically. The nurses came and removed some bandages that covered the cuts from the accident and the following day there was a neurologist coming to talk to me about the results of the scan.

I was quite excited to find out, yet I was scared. I was just eating my breakfast when a nice looking man entered the room. I supposed he was the neurologist they were talking about the day before. He was still really young for beinga a doctor, also quite attractive.

"Hello Zoey, how do you feel today?", he asked me smiling lightly.

"Physically better, the rest.... nah not really", I said.

"I understand, but at least I have something to cheer you up a bit", he said, a cheeky shine in his eyes.

My heart started beating faster and my hopes went higher.

"We could see that your head has gotten a lot better and we think that your chances are very high to go out of all this without any remaining damage on your brain" he explained the CT results.

I felt like one of the many weights on my shoulders were put off. I started to smile, the first real smile since almost a month.

"Thank you so much Doctor...", I read his name tag, "Hayes"

He chuckled: "You're welcome"

He stood up and walked into the direction of the door, before he leaves he turns around.

"Zoey, I want to see you getting better day by day. Don't give up, I know it's hard to just move on. Everything will work out, trust me. We will meet for a second CT scan shortly before you can leave the hospital because we need to make sure that you are of good health. Get well soon", he smiled and after I returned he left and shut the door behind him.

*(A/N) Hey guys! Sorry this isn't such a great chapter. I am really tired and finished this one after midnight. I can't promise that all These medical things are just as I described them but I hope you still like it. This chapter meant a lot for me, I don't even know why... It was fun to write it and do some Research about the stuff that interests me. Give me some Feedback so I can somehow improve the Story.*