Arranged Life - On Hold

#12 - Hospital

"What a fascinating mix a hospital can be of people in a huge hurry and people too slow to get out of their way."

― Josh Bazell, Beat the Reaper

Pic above is Bella's hospital room

I woke up from the pain in my head. I felt like someone threw a hammer on my head and someone is spinning the bed. I opened my eyes and everything was blurry around me.

I heard beeping and small chattering.

When everything was clear, I looked around me.

Where am I? I though.

"Bella, you are awake!" a lady said. I stared at her before I remember who she was. Mrs. Wood.

Than, a hand squeezed my hand. I looked at the person who squeezed my hand. Tyler.

"How do you feel?" Mrs. Wood asked me. I turned back to her and opened my mouth to speak, but nothing can out.

She snapped her finger and a maiden came in, bringing a cup of water. She pushed it on my lips and I hungrily drank it.

Than, she asked again, "How do you feel now, honey?"

I forced my voice out and said, "My head hurts." I put my hands on my head and it hurts like crazy. I was feeling dizzy too.

"Oh, you got stitches on your head, do you remember?" Mrs. Wood said. I pushed my eyebrows together.

"Do you remember anything from last week ?" Tyler asked and squeezed my hand.

I pulled my hands away and said, "Last week?"

"Yeah,"

"No, what happen?" I asked.

I thought hard and tried to remember what happen last week.

Tyler looked at Mrs. Wood.

I tilted my head and thought even harder, trying to ignore the hammering pain. Than, everything came - what happened. I shivered.

"That was last week?" I asked.

"Yeah."

Than I asked, "Where am I?"

"We are in the city's best hospital." Mrs. Wood said and grinned.

"Does my family know about this?" I blurted.

Mrs. Wood frowned and said, "No,"

My parents probably think I am perfectly fine, right now.

I shook my head, Why would I be thinking about them, when they made me do this?

"Can I be excused, I am very tired and I want to rest." I asked.

"Sure honey," Mrs. Wood said right away and she walked to the door.

"Sleep tight. Ring the bell if you need me." she said and walked out the door.

I stared at the ceiling and blinked for a few moment.

Why wouldn't the pain go away?

I asked. I massaged my temple, but it hard every second I touched it. I laid there on the bed, just staring at the ceiling before my eyelids dropped.