Lituation (bwwm)

Chapter 34

Concussions Are For Losers

Cassandra's POV

My body hurt so much. To be completely honest, I wanted to stay asleep in the trance I was in because I didn't feel anything. But being in the coma was really scary. It's like permanent sleep paralysis. 

As you can tell, I'm awake and out of the coma but I still refused to open my eyes. There was a bright light shining over my face. I could sense it.

Do I even have too? I asked myself

Stop being a lazy bum and get up. I told myself.

I was type talking to myself but I sort of needed it. During my trance, I only had my own self to talk to.

I pushed myself off my back and sat up. I opened my eyes and gotten instantly blinded by all the bright lights. I instantly raised my hand to shield my eyes.

"Goddamn. Why is it so bright in here? I'm alone." I whispered to myself.

I decided that instead of staring at the wall in front of me, I should actually look around. I looked to my right. There was a door and a curtain was covering up the doors. I'm guessing they were glass and you could see right through them.

I wanted to go exploring. I mean if you woke up in a hospital with other people and you feel safe around them, who wouldn't?

I swung my feet over the edge of the bed facing the door. My legs felt like jello.

"Don't give up on me now." I said picking my leg up. I continued to scoot down when I suddenly got pulled back by the inside of my arm.

"YO WHAT THE FUCK!" I screamed out. I was a bit freaked. Like imagine if you were trying to leave some boring ass place then turns out the inside of your body is connected to a tube and the tube is connected to your arm.

"Wait how do they have a tube in m... OH FUCK IT'S A NEEDLE! I AM GOING TO DIE!" I yelled to myself.

I rolled to the other side of the bed when I realized something. I followed the tube up to this portable hospital stick thingy with the bag with the fluid or water.

I grabbed the pole of the stick and pulled it to me. Other then knocking things over, I successfully got it to me. I moved it in circles and it was 100% portable. Also I knew it could keep up with my crazy ass.

I held onto the stick and puled myself out of bed. It was like really hard to do as if an elephant decided to sit in my lap.

Standing up was on a whole nother level.

About 30 minutes later, I regained the strength in my body to start moving around and do things.

I made my way over to the door and pulled back the curtain back. I was instantly welcomed to nurses who were busy in their clip boards. Something inside wanted me to think of Red Band Society or Grey's Anatomy. slid the door open. Which wasn't hard because the door weighed like 2 pounds.

I walked out with the nurses smiling and continuing their jobs. I smiled back. I stood in that spot for a while then realization hit me. I WAS IN A COMA AND I'M UP WALKING! I AM A BAD ASS BITCH!

And this bad ass bitch needs to stop causing attention to herself by standing in one spot.

I start my journey in the hallway by walking over the elevator. I figured start on the bottom floor and make your way up.

I was walking peacefully while greeting people. A lot of the people looked really sick and upset but then I smiled at them anyways, hoping that it would make their day a little less dark and grey.