Falling In Love

Chapter one: Blackouts

Everything is black around me. I can barely feel my body. Around me, I hear some voices in the background.

"Do you think she'll make it?"

"Her heartbeat is too low"

"She's lost so much blood"

After that I pass out completely and the voices fade from vicinity.

I don't know what time it is when I try to open my eyes. The light is too bright and I have to blink several times before my eyes can adjust to the lighting in the room I am in. I try to speak but my words come out as a groan. Someone is standing beside me. I think my movement gets her attention so she stops what she's doing to check up on me. She hands me a glass of water from which I take some few sips before handing it back to her.

"Where is Rachel and mom?" my words come out as a whisper.

"I will go call the doctor to check up on you," she replies.

Wondering how that response relates to my question, I shake my head angrily at her. An action I regret almost immediately since the pain shoots up from my head to my spine. The nurse has already left the room which leaves me alone with my aching body. When I'm almost on the verge of giving up, the door opens and the doctor comes in. He notices something was off with me and pulls up a syringe and injects my arm. After a few minutes, I feel the pain subside.

"I am Doctor William and I'm the doctor in charge of you." He flips some papers on his clipboard then shifts his eyes to look at me.

" According to your accident report, you've fractured your leg and some of your ribs are broken. You've been in a coma for the last three days and with your injuries its a miracle you are alive."

He goes back to scribbling on his papers while checking the equipment attached to my body. Attached to my nose is an oxygen tube to help with the breathing, I also have a tube connected to my arm that has water dripping from it. Seeing all this makes me feel even more ill than I am.

"What about my mother and my sister?" I blurted out.

It takes the doctor a while before he finally looks up at me. They say eyes are the windows to the soul and right here I could see it in his eyes but I didn't want to believe it.

" I'm sorry Alexandria but they didn't make it."

Nothing in this world prepared me for those three little words that he said. I've experienced heartbreak but nothing compares to what I felt when I heard those words. It's like a piece of me died. My heart also felt shattered and I was so shocked no tears came to my eyes. All I could think of was that I had lost my only family in this world.

My mother had no relatives I knew of and I did not know anything about my father. Any time my sister or I tried to broach the subject to her she always avoided it but I always saw the sadness in her eyes whenever the topic came to light. I can't help but feel like the most unlucky person in the world. First, I get into an accident, break some bones, lose my entire family and I'll probably lose my house because I can't afford the rent. I'm a homeless orphan or in short a street child. I am jolted back to reality by the doctor's arm on my shoulder giving me a gentle pat on the back.

I turn to look back at him and he looks at me with something akin to pity in his eyes.

"I have contacted your relatives and your uncle is on his way here."

With that he injects something to my drip bag and walks out of the room. I close my eyes knowing that my life would never be the same again after this. I drift off to sleep filled with the horrors of my fate.

The following morning was more or less the same with me mostly in bed and only getting up to go to the toilet. As embarrassing as it was to have someone escort me to the hospital, I had to admit that I couldn't walk without the support. At least the nurse taking me was considerate enough to let me do my business in private after helping me to the toilet seat.

In the afternoon however, the doctor brings in two visitors to my room and explains that the man is my uncle and he has come to see me. I can immediately spot the similarities between the man and my mother. He has the same blue eyes, same nose and same hair colour:brown.

The similarities between the two is almost unsettling especially considering the fact that I'll never see my mother again. He is talking to the doctor about something and the woman he came with is on the other corner of the room receiving a call. After some talking, the man proceeds to my bed and sits on the chair next to my bed.

"How are you Alex?" I can see the worry and remorse in his eyes.

"I'm fine." I answer timidly.

"I know you are wondering who I am and why you've never heard of me." I just nod my head to the statement.

"Well, I am the brother to your mother, your uncle but the reason why your mother never spoke about me was because we fought with each other when you were conceived and we went our separate ways. Our pride prevented us from forgiving each other a decision that I regret because now my sister is gone and she was still angry with me."

He looks sad and I can see tears forming in his eyes but he quickly fights it away and looks back at me. The woman joins him after some time gently patting his back. The silence in the room remains for a while until he recollects himself back to normal.

"Alex this is Isabelle, my wife. Isabelle this is Alex my niece."

The woman walks to my bed and gently pushes my hair back to my ear. I smile back at her and she returns a bigger smile.

"Honey are you okay?" she asks me softly while rubbing her thumb behind the palm of my hand. This reminds me so much of my mother that it takes a minute before I can put myself together and answer her question.

"Uh yeah I'm good though I feel some pain but its improving."

"I'm sorry about your mother and your sister."

It breaks my heart every time someone says those words to me. Its like a reminder of what I can never have.

"Its okay. I'm fine."

No I'm not fine not even close to that but I suppose even if I told them this there's nothing much they can do about it so instead I tell them the words they want to hear.

They spend the day with me, talking to the doctor about my injuries, getting me lunch(this was probably the most exciting part of the day because the food they serve is terrible. Terrible meaning a bunch of leaves and fruits.) So when they brought me some fries and a burger from Mc Donalds I think that's the happiest I've been since the passing of my family.

I stay in hospital for almost a week before the doctor allows me to go home. I have to go for checkups twice a week and visit a psychologist once a week to deal with my 'post-accident trauma.'