5:30 AM
I flip the pillow once more to feel the cold material on my face. Snuggling further into the blankets provided by the hospital, I close my eyes and finally feel a sense of ease.
BEEP BEEP
Bloody hell. Just my luck for the alarm to go off right when I am almost asleep. This hospital spares me close to no sleep. Whether it be an nurse coming in to 'check on me' or my anxiety pumping through the roofs.
I wince as I sit up on the bed; my back aches from all of the tossing and turning that I have done. Not to mention the rock hard bedding. I hate how sleep can be so exhausting for me. And that's a double meaning. I hold the terrible pain of overthinking. What if this and what if that. Its excruciating, as if my mind has to constantly torment me.
I groan and stand up, heading towards the furnished bathroom. At least I can be discharged today.
I've been hospitalized at least 6 times in the last two months.
I suppose its necessary when you have lung disease.
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Teen FictionThe name is Adeline, Addie for short. I'm sick, deeply sick. I've always heard of people using their illness as weakness. Not me, I plan to make the best of it.
