I wake up from my doze and I see another doctor in my face. I sit up in a panic, and hit my head on the top of the bed rail.
"Shit!" I yell.
"Calm down its just a doctor." The person in front of me assures.
"Just how long do I have to stay in this place?" I ask ignoring the fact that the person in front of me just confused me with whatever they said.
"Years." He said blankly.
I paused for a moment, then my eyes widened. He means forever. I'm going to have to stay here for eternity.
"Excuse me, what?" I questioned.
"Years. You got in a pretty bad accident." He said blankly.
I didn't want to be here forever. There was no way I was going to stay sane in a hospital that's cooping me up 24/7. I'm definitely going to find a way to get out of this place. I don't even feel anything anymore. I'm not even on meds.
"Mrs. Chase," the doctor said, "You need to rest. You're going to have a long day ahead of you." He said the walked out like it was nothing.
Long day? What the hell?! I'm not going anywhere, he said that already. What the hell are they doing to me?
A nurse walked in and took out a syringe. She pushed out a 2 inch needle and stuck it in my arm pushing the fluids into my muscle. I started to feel dizzy. Like I was going to throw up. I fell back slowly, not knowing what else's to do. I closed my eyes again, and I heard doctors coming in and picking my hospital bed up. I then began to fall back into a hard nap.
