What It's Like Loving an Idiot

Eleven || It Could Never Be Me

"Miss? Miss, can you hear me? Can you hear me?"

As I open my eyes, everything is blurry. Figures around me look down on me, but I can't make faces out of them. I blink a few times and my vision clears.

It appears that I am lying down. I look at the man who looks down at me. I need to get up, why am I lying down? More importantly, why the fuçk does my shoulder hurt so bloody badly.

I try to get up, but he holds me down. What the fuçk? Who the hell do you think you are?

"Where am I?"

"You've been in a terrible crash. We are taking you and that boy to the hospital right now."

I look at what he's wearing and it's clear now that he's a paramedic.

I feel my heart race. James. Where is he? I need to see him. I need to know if he is okay.

"Where is he? I need to see him. Is he okay?" I ask frantically.

He nods, "He's stable, we are just going to take you two to the hospital to just be sure that everything is fine." He wheels me into the ambulance.

Sirens sound all around me as we drive to the hospital. It rings through my ears, causing my headache to worsen. As voices talk back and forth, I feel overwhelmed. This is too much. How did this happen? I don't remember anything.

My mind is busy with thoughts, so much that before I know it, we are at the hospital. I feel as my adrenaline level drops and pain is spread throughout my shoulder like a wildfire.

They roll me into a room and hook me up to some machines for some sort of reason that I don't know of. Maybe something is broken, but I'm not quite sure, nor do I care. My head is worrying about James more than ever before.

"Where does it hurt?" Someone asks me.

I look in the direction of the voice. "My right shoulder."

"Does everything else feel okay? No pain anywhere else?" the nurse asks.

I shake my head, "No, it's just my shoulder."

"Rate the pain out of ten."

"Six."

She nods and leaves the room. Suddenly, I am alone. There is no noise around me what so ever. I feel as the pain gets a bit more intense. There's something about my arm that doesn't seem in place at all.

Before, there were at least two or three nurses, but now only one comes back.

"Now, it is clear that your shoulder is dislocated and we need to get it back in there to reduce the pain. The pain you're experiencing should be much more excruciating. Your pain tolerance is high, which will be good for this next part. I'm not going to lie: this is going to hurt."

I nod. I really would just like for this to be over with.

She got me to lay flat on my back and before I could even react, she popped my shoulder in and I screamed like never before.

*

"Sweetheart, don't wake her up. She's had a long day," the sounds of my mother's voice wakes me. I open my eyes slowly.

Thankfully, someone had the decency to close the curtains so I wouldn't be blinded.

"Oh Vena, we are so happy you are alright," my dad beams as he looks down at me.

My mom leans down and hugs the side of my body that isn't injured. She sniffles and stands up again.

I reach out and grab her hand, "Mom, everything is alright now."