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.Beca's point of view.

What happened? Where am I? I look around the room. Why am I in a hospital? And where is Chloe? I thought I heard her voice. I feel so weak, I can hardly move. Why do I have such a headache? A doctor, I need a doctor!

,,Doctor?" Wait a second! Why can't I say anything? My mouth is open, but no sound comes out. What is going on? In panic I press the red button, which sits on my wrist. I need a doctor and quick. I need to know what's going on and why I can't speak a word. I need Chloe! Why isn't she in here? Where is she? Did she give up on me? Doesn't she care about me at all? I'm suppose to be her best friend. A doctor enter the room and notice that I'm panicking.

,,Miss Mitchell, please try to calm down. I know it's a lot to take in, but you're still weak from the accident."

,,What accident?" Oh, crap he can't hear me at all. How am I suppose to ask him something?

,,I'm going to do some tests, just to make sure that you're okay." I just nod. I'm pissed off right now, but he's only trying to help right? He grabs a flashlight and shine into my eyes. That stupid light! It's bright! I turn my eyes to the side. ,,Your reaction on the flashlight is really good. Can you feel this?" The doctor touches my arm and after that my leg. I just nod. ,,You don't have complications in your arms or legs, that's good news." The doctor put his hand on the bandage around my head and I want to scream, but I can't speak. The doctor notice that I want to say something and looks at me a little worried. ,,That's a little complication. I know something." The doctor walks away and after a view minutes he returns with a block note and a pen. He gives them both to me. Okay, so this is my way to communicate? Like this I don't want Chloe to come. I'm weak and she probably doesn't want a burden at her side. Where is Chloe? I write and show it to the doctor. ,,She's at home." Didn't she want to see me? An empty feeling is coming into my veins. If that's the truth, I don't know how to handle that. ,,Yes, she wanted to be here all the time, but we didn't let her. Actually she's the only one who was with you when you woke up." Where were the others? Jesse, Emily or my family? ,,You where in a coma for one month, pretty long. They had to work back at home." Am I a burden to them? ,,I don't think so. Maybe your friends didn't want to see you in this condition. I just told them that you can't have visitors for one week, because of your condition." They didn't want to see me? ,,I don't know. I'm sorry that I don't have more time for you, but I need to go to a surgery. If you have any questions, just write them down and I promise to answer them." Thank you. ,,You're welcome. Take care miss Mitchell." And with that he leaves and I'm all alone. I want Chloe by my side, but I can imagine that she doesn't want a burden at her side. And all my friends... they don't want to see me, because I'm a burden to them right now. I'm stressing out. I need Chloe and maybe some music. This room is quiet and it's killing me. I press the red button again and this time another doctor rush in. ,,What's wrong miss Mitchell?" he asks and wait for me to react. He doesn't know yet that I can't speak. I grab my block note and write on it. Can I text somebody to bring me my iPod? ,,Uhm, I'm not sure. As far as I know you're not allowed to see anybody before you are fully are restored." But what am I suppose to do than? Just being bored? If I can have my phone, I can ask Chloe to bring my iPod. ,,You're not allowed to see anybody for one week." She can bring it to the hospital and give it to a doctor who can give it to me right? ,,I shall ask the doctor that threat you, but don't rejoice too soon." I just nod and he walks out of the room again. That I'm disappointed that I can not see Chloe is not secret. I hate being alone, I always have. With music I can sing and of course I can have a little distraction. Suddenly the doctor that threats me walks in. ,,I understand you have more questions. As promised I'm here to answer every question you have." I nod and write. I was just wondering if I can text a friend of mine to bring me my iPod. ,,She can bring your iPod to the desk and a fellow worker can bring that to you. Your friends aren't allowed to come into this room for this week." Why not? ,,You have a process where you have to be concentrated. I can recommend a speech therapist to help you to justify talking." Isn't it always the case that people who need to do things where they need to concentrate they need the people they love? ,,What do you mean miss Mitchell?" Well, in some movies you see that people who has a car accident and can't talk or are paralyzed needs the people they love to book progress? ,,In most cases it is possible that the person who needs the therapy, needs people who loves them, but the person needs to do the therapy for themselves and not for others." That's understandable, but who says I'm that strong? ,,That you came out of your coma shows that you are a very strong girl. The speech therapist is coming tomorrow and will observe you." Should I been worried? ,,No, the therapist is only here to help you process." What is she observing? ,,Your speech therapist brings the symptoms of the disorder in a map and sets a treatment plan." And the goal of treatment? ,,Purpose of the treatment is to improve the communication between the patient and there surroundings." And what if I need Chloe or Jeremy to succeed this therapy? ,,If that's true, I can probably check on the possibility's." Really? I can see Chloe? ,,Not yet, only if your therapy isn't going well." But I love her and I need her! ,,Lets just see what the therapist will say and how you are doing it during therapy." I just want to see her. ,,I'm sorry, but you need to do the therapy first." I just nod. I hate this! I just want to see Chloe. Is she doing okay? Of course she's okay, she has Tom. I don't have memory loss, so I remember that Chloe lied to me about him and her. Maybe it's best for our relationship if I don't see her yet.

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