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Chapter 11

It's been two weeks since my CT scan and I am doing pretty well. That's what the doctors say. Of course, my broken leg isn't good yet, but diverse cuts and bruises were going away slowly. Today is the first day I am allowed to get out of bed. Before this day I wasn't allowed to leave my bed. Yep, not even for peeing. Disgusting, I know. But not as disgusting as you might think. I had a catheter...

As I wanted to get out of bed my legs were really wobbly. I had crutches, sure, but still it was weird to walk. I just walked the corridor up and down. Not more than five times, then I got tired. I went back to my room and snuggled up in my bed again. At some point of time I fell asleep.

The noise of a door opening and closing shortly after woke me up.

"Hey Dr. Goldstein", I mumbled sleepily.

"Hey Zoey! How are you doing?", she asked smiling.

"Better I guess"

"Well that's great! I've got some good news"; she said, making me curious immediately.

"What good news?", I asked her excitedly.

"Well you can get out of hospital in two to three days", she said, smiling wider.

"What?? Already? That's great!", I exclaimed.

"There is one thing though...", she said, her face falling a bit.

"W...what is it?", I knew it would be bad news.

"There are some police officers outside that want to talk to you", she looked quite concerned.

"What do they want?? I don't want to talk to them!", I started panicking. I didn't do anything wrong, did I? If so, what would it be?? Or would they just bring more bad news? I saw how the walls were coming closer and I felt how my chest tightened. Oh please no, please not. What was that?? What was happening to my body?

"Zoey? What's up?", the doctor asked. I couldn't hear her voice properly. It was just like an echo.

"Oh shit no.. Zoey listen, breathe slowly, in and out. Match my breathing", she was very calm which made my panic faint a bit.

Five minutes later and I was somehow back to normal.

"What was that?", I was still shocked about what happened.

"You had a light panic attack. Have you ever had that before?", she looked at me concernedly.

"No... never. Wait what? A light one? Do you mean they could be worse?!"

"The trick on forcing them back and not letting them get worse is focusing on your breathing. That calms most of the people down that suffer from anxiety", she explained to me.

"Thank you", I said. I meant it. Not only for giving me this kind of advice, but for helping me through the whole time shortly after the accident. She spent hours inside of my room just talking to me, telling me about her story, making me feel better. That may sound creepy as she is an an adult woman, but she really means a lot to me. She is the only person I could talk to lately.

"You're welcome", she said with a smile on her face. I had the feeling, that she understood that it wasn't just a simple little thank you.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and two police officers stepped into the room.

"We would like to talk to Miss Hastings for some time. Alone. Would you be so kind and leave the room doctor?", one of them said in a rough voice.

*(A/N) Hello everybody! I know it's just a short update today but I am not feeling so well. I hope you understand :D I want to say a big Thank You to everyone who read this so far and who is reading this in the future (hopefully). It means a lot to me that there are actually some People reading this. Also I want to thank some people that are supporting me a lot. lini47_huh Shana_DreamGirl Jessie2216 and formel231 I really need to thank you for being the people you are and for supporting me. Ok enough. Thank you, leave me some
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