The Waitress

Beep

~~Beep~~

I can hear everything. My eyes are tightly shut and seem to not want to open any time soon which slightly scares me. But what scares me even more is that I can hear a commotion going all around me and that my whole body is throbbing. After a while I feel myself being gently yanked in a way and then I feel two pairs of hands moving and then more pain. I'm laying in what feels like asphalt until I'm being lifted and set on a slightly uncomfortable bed which I soon feel being rapidly moved. During all this I hear people yelling and lots of running around and most of all I hear sirens. Like a crapload of sirens that were making my head ring and pound more than it already was.

As soon as I got to what I assumed was the hospital (I still hadn't been able to open my eyes or move for that matter, not even flutter my eyelids) there was even more yelling and running around and prodding my already aching body and something about 'We're losing him' which wasn't really reassuring in the slightest. And then I was whisked away to an OR to have surgery for I don't know what in the I don't know where because I was supposedly dying according from what I could make out from all of  the yelling and rushed words of the doctors and surgeons and I don't know whatists (I don't know anything right now if I'm honest). And after a while I guess they'd put me on anaesthesia because slowly the only one of my senses that was proving useful started to fade.

I don't know how long it'd been since the surgery, but I was slowly starting to get  my hearing back (even though my eyes and body still ceased to cooperate). I kind of wish I didn't get my hearing back now because all I could hear was the incessant beeping of what I could only guess was the heart monitor. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I really have no sense of time when my body is like this. It feels like minutes have passed but I know it's been longer. People have come and went from my hospital room. The guys have come to visit a few times, the nurses and doctors are always entering and leaving, my fifteen year old little sister (she cried) and parents (that surprised me humongously) came to visit once, but the most persistent visitor was...Zoe. She barely ever left unless Hailey or the guys could somehow coax her into leaving to take a shower or to grab a bite to eat. But when she was here she talked to me almost as if she knew I could hear her. She'd tell me about everything I was missing (the current date, the fact that I was in a coma and wasn't doing so well, and that I'd been in a coma for two weeks now) while being trapped in my own body. She didn't always talk though, sometimes she'd do other things. It depended on her mood really. Whether she would cry (which broke my heart every single time), beg me to wake up (which broke my heart as well since I really wanted to but my own damn body prohibited me from doing so), sing to me (which soothed me but hurt me when hearing how much pain she was actually feeling with every word she sang), or whether she'd sleep (which I honestly preferred and knew she was doing since she always talks gibberish in her sleep). Time passed like that for a while. Me in a coma, Zoe not leaving my side unless coaxed into doing otherwise (with much effort might I add), and a few visitors here and there. It went like this for a little over two months (which surprised the doctors that I had even survived that long). Until one completely random day my chest felt unusually painful and my body weirder in a painfully achingly way and then I was seizing and from what I could hear doctors were rushing in and ushering out a hysterically crying Zoe who was begging me to be okay and I really wanted to be okay for her. But I wasn't okay because I was seizing and everything hurt and my heart monitor was going crazy. There was so much yelling and rushing and noise and yet I could only focus on the beeping of the heart monitor. BeepBeepBeepBeepBeepBeep.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

Until I couldn't focus on it anymore.