Marcel Is Not His Name

Chapter Eleven: Slow Recovery

My parents came in shortly after Marcel left. They spoke mostly of their work vacations, not even asking about my condition. I was fine with that, though. Overly-caring wasn't my parents type.

My dad told me amazing stories about Paris and showed me about 200 pictures that he took; me, being the photography nerd that I am, judged all of his pictures and told him a couple tips and tricks he could have used to improve them. I wasn't usually that big of a control freak, but my mind was all messed up from the accident. Cameron lingered around the hospital sometimes coming in to check on me. I know if it was up to him he wouldn't leave my side, but he was trying to be respectable and give my parents and I some time by ourselves.

Soon after my parents went to get some hospital food Cam came in by me, and not very long after so did my doctors. They told me that they could come in later since my parents weren't there, but I voiced to them that it didn't really matter. The head doctor spoke about my injuries and explained the plan. I would be discharged from the hospital tonight, but should keep to minimal activity and as soon as I get out I should pick up the pain med prescription they sent in to be filled for me.

My parents came in a little later and told me that they were heading home and that they would come to pick me up after they go out for dinner. After they left I could barely keep myself awake. When I was drifting off I heard someone come in and say that visiting hours were up. Before sleep fully overcame me Cameron stood over my hospital bed.

"Sage, I have to go now because because they're kicking me out, but I'll see you tomorrow okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Bye."

"Bye." He place a soft kiss on the top of my head and stepped out of the small room.
The sudden feeling of loneliness and silence drifted over me as I let my dreams take over my busy mind.

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I woke from the bright light in the hallway flooding into my room. I heard a soft and friendly voice whisper, "I'll take her off of the IV and she'll be ready to go." I heard my mother's kind, yet firm voice respond with an, "Okay, thank you for taking care of my daughter." The nurse joked, "It's what I'm paid for."

Not caring about my sensitive head, my dad flicked on the bright lights; in response I let out a small squeal.

"Sorry, baby." My dad apologized.

"It's okay..." I mumbled back in response. It wasn't his fault, but my head did not have me in a good mood.

"Sage, we are prescribing you a few light painkillers to help you focus away from the pain during your day to day activities," the nurse began. "You can skip school tomorrow if you feel you need to; do not take any tests or participate in projects that could greatly affect your grade, you'll have to make those up..." The nice lady's voice began to fade as the pounding in my head got louder and louder until the point where I had to close my eyes and bury my head into the hospital pillow.

"Did you hear that, Sage?" My dad questioned. "Nurse Caroline said that she'll email you the instructions for the next few weeks. Ready to leave?"

"Mmm... Can you carry me out, dad?" Everyone in the room laughed and I loudly groaned in response.

"The doctors said you can walk sweetheart."

"But daaaaaaaaaaaaad. Please?"

"No, baby. C'mon."

I moved slowly, first I threw all of the covers away from me and next I rolled to the edge of my bed and began falling off the mattress. I thought for sure that I would fall onto the ground since the whole room started to spin. After a couple of seconds, my vision regained stability and the nauseous feeling flooded from me.

After the nauseous feeling left and I was no longer seeing black spots, I felt perfectly healthy, besides my head pounding.  Dad had to leave straight for work because the company was giving him a hard time about leaving Paris so suddenly, and mom was going to stay home with me for the night until she got an urgent call. So instead she dropped me off at the door and leaving me alone except for some of the staff that would come and go throughout the night. 

I fell asleep quickly and woke again quickly in my warm bed that I missed so much. I tried to check my phone for any kind of notifications, but the brightness hurt my head so I simply turned my phone off.

I knew it was a weekday, but wasn't there anyone to keep me company? I was getting quite bored by myself, especially since I was told I couldn't leave the house. Not that I would want to anyway, my head had been raging for hours now. I kept on taking advil, but it didn't make a difference so eventually I stopped. The doctors had told me that my pain killers would be ready for pick up tomorrow morning, so I suppose until then I shall just  suffer in pain by myself.  Cam had called me during lunch, and we talked for a bit. Apparently our crash was the talk of the town. I wonder if anyone knew who was in the other car, or if it was just someone passing through. I had asked Cam if he knew anything about the other driver but he just brushed me off saying he had to get to class. If I didn't know him so well I might have even thought he was telling the truth. Not to mention that I know our schools schedule like clockwork and he still had twenty minutes before passing time. I let him go anyway deciding that it wouldn't hurt for me to just call the pharmacy to see if they had filled my prescription yet. I was on the phone for at least an half an hour talking to them on the phone and going over personal information. They told me that they would have it filled  tonight, but that I would have to pick it up when they open tomorrow. Which only left me to count time pass by.

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Hey guys, it's Elizabeth. I know that this won't mean much to you all, but I apologize for the lack of writing from us. With the school year starting and second quarter starting, the few months have been a bit busy. We'll try uploading more, but no promises, I apologize. Enjoy the new chapter!