I'm Broken

Heaven

Darkness is the only thing that fills my vision. I make a feeble effort to open my eyes, but they just won't cooperate with me.

In my failed attempts, I decide to use all my focus to listen to what's going on around me. I hear voices exchanging words with one another in hushed pitches.

I'm surrounded by cold, frigid air. I feel a sudden sharp pain pulsate through my left leg, leaving a burning sensation all over, contrasting the atmosphere around me. I'm confused. Why can't I open my eyes? Why am I in pain? What's going on?

"Hello!?" I try, but oddly, nothing comes out. Only a strained croaking noise escapes my throat.

I hear the hushed voices stop for a split second, becoming aware of my effort to speak.

"Liliana? Are you awake?" a deep voice questions.

"Yes." I say straining my voice, resulting it to come out as a whisper.

"Thank God! She's awake! Quick! Someone go call the doctor, nurse or something!" Another strange voice commands out loud in a dramatic way.

I hear shuffled steps making their way across the floor, opening and closing the door with extreme vigor. The other voices continue to speak amongst themselves, and occasionally asking me questions concerning my health.

Wait. Why am I in a hospital? At this realization, I suddenly feel overwhelmed with distress. What happened? What's wrong with me? I know my leg hurts, and my head keeps throbbing, but why can't I see anything? In an effort to figure what exactly is wrong with me, I attempt to lift my arm towards my face, especially my eyes. But I quickly figure out that there's wires and tubes attached to them, preventing me from moving them very far. One of the people around me notices my struggle, and places what I assume is their hand on my arm.

"Lilia, don't strain yourself, the doctor will be here soon to explain what's going on." the deep voice explains, returning. They sound so familiar, there's no way it can't be them. I know this voice.

"Daddy?" I question my voice sounding more raspy than a whisper.

"Hey pumpkin, it's me. I'm here now." he says in a comforting way, as he gently strokes my arm.

My attention is soon distracted as loud footsteps approach the room.

"The doctor's here!" a man says in a labored manner.

"Hello everyone, I've been notified that the patient has awaken." states what I suppose is my doctor in a very formal, sophisticated manner. He then clears his throat and makes his way towards my bed.

"Hello Miss Hope, I'm Dr. Elliott, are you feeling okay? Do you think you can sit up for me? If you need a bit of help, just let me know." He speaks to me in a genuine and caring way, one that causes me to instantly trust him. It doesn't sound forced at all and that's what made me feel at ease. I use what strength I have to lift my shoulders off the stiff bedding, but it's too painful. My bones feel so brittle, and the muscles surrounding them feel like goo. I can't lift myself up. I feel utterly defeated.

"I can't do it." I groan. I can't even lift my self. I must be worse than I thought.

"No worries, your dad and I will help. Mr. Hope can you please go over to her right, and gently lift her up behind her shoulders, I'll do the same on this side." Dr. Elliott instructs in a calm manner. I hear my dad move over to my right, placing his hands behind my shoulder.

"Okay, let's lift her up. Miss Hope we'll need you to use a bit of your strength to straighten yourself up while we're lifting you up, okay? If you start to hurt, or get tired please let us know." he says, waiting for my response.