Chapter 11: Life Really Hates Me

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I woke up the next morning in a cold sweat, and with my back hurting almost more than when it was cut.  I almost screamed, but didn't want anyone to come.  I just wanted to be alone, to absorb what had happened last night.  But I still wanted to know everything.  And I wanted to start from here and make new beginnings.  I rubbed my face and groaned.  If Fate chose how horrible and chaotic someone's life was by drawing sticks, then I must've gotten one the size of an ant.

I looked over at my nightstand, and grabbed the bottle of water and chugged it.  Then, I slowly sat up, put on my slippers, and turned on the lights.  By the time I sat down on the bed again, a new book in hand, I was shaking, silent tears streaming down my face from the pain.  The skin on my entire back was burning, my ears were ringing, and my head was throbbing.  I was choking back a scream, sob, and hiccup all at once.  I have to get someone in here.  Now, I thought, reaching over to press a little red button to call a staff person in.  I sighed.  So much for alone.  Isn't that funny?  In the midst of all the silent tears and pain, my brain still had room for sarcasm.  I mean, it is my second language, but still.  I couldn't even speak my first at the time. 

I heard the click-clack of the dress shoes doctors wear running down the hall, and then the door opened.the door opened.  And in walked my boyfriend, doctor, and key to pretty much everything.  He was the person I really wanted to see.  But the smile that he had entered with melted away when he saw me in the state I was in.  Joziah ran over to the bedside, pulled up my shirt, and looked at my back.  It must have been really bad, because the face he made gave everything away.  Fear, anger, frustration, and hopelessness all played out on that face I loved.  He faltered for a moment, like the hopelessness had gotten the best of him.  Then I saw the determination and anger reappear, and he remembered that he was a doctor.  Boys are just like that sometimes.  He ran out into the hallway and called for nurses and something else that I didn't catch.  He got me to lay on my stomach, my shirt pulled over my head.  The whole thing was a blur.  I remember something cold on my back, and then the heat of pain flared up again.  Joziah was screaming for medicines, help, and tools.  I, however, was being super helpful and bawling into my pillows.  The entire time folks.  I just cried, sweat, and probably bled, knowing what they were most likely doing.  By the end of the whole process my back still hurt, I had a definite fever, and there were black spots dancing in my eyes.  Did I mention the pain?

Yep, that was great.  But it did get me some alone time with Joziah, and that was a plus.  About thirty minutes afterward, when I was faking moaning and pouting, he sat on my bed, pushed back my hair, and kissed my forehead.  He whispered something weird in my ear, something that I couldn't quite catch.  I just blew it off at the time.  I mean, the guy grduated at seventeen with a Bachelor's Degree.  He was probably just saying somethng sweet in Italian, or Latin.  Anyway, he then left,  and I was alone again.

It truly was a miracle.  My back had almost no pain.  I mean, the muscles were sore, and the scar was still a little tender, but it was nothing compared to this morning.  I used the little intercom system that the nurses had given me and my friends to talk, and called in my girls.  Now, Scarlet, our tech genius, had tampered with these a bit, so they were on a frequency that nobody uses except for us.  That was after the whole episode with my brother, when we all got a little... shaken up.

They came in and talked about how boring this place is.  I knew we were all ready to leave.  We all had that desire to just forget about this cure, and whatever caused this and go back to our normal lives.  Go back to whatever we did.  Go to high school, like normal fifteen-year-olds, graduate, and start our plan.

Our plan.  Oh, gosh, I thought.  I remembered something.  Our plan to rent an RV and travel around the country, making stops at everyone's college, to say our final goodbyes until we saw each other again.  My mind was racing, savoring every detail I could remember.  The bustle of the lunch room, our excitement as we finalized every last detail.  We had even planned to open a savings account just for that trip.  But as I was going over the newly surfaced memory, I realized that it will never happen.  We will never be able to make ridiculous poses on the Grand Canyon, or look totally fab walking down to a Broadway show.  The only adventuring that we will do is getting out of this cursed, stuffy hospital.  I was still trying to revive the newfound feelings I had, when someone busted through my door.  It was definitely not for a check up.

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