(Un)Fortunate

Chapter 3

I open my eyes, but then close them due to the blinding light. The only noise I hear is a steady beep, beep, beep. I flutter my eyes again, trying to get used to this light. Where am I? All of a sudden I feel a someone grasping my hand. I open one eye and see my mother sitting there.

"Mom?" I say hoarsely. I look around. Now that my eyes have adjusted, I can see where I am.

I am in an all white room. On one side is a door as well as a small sink with a mirror over it. There is an empty chair next to my mothers, holding her purse and a blanket.

"Ellie, your finally awake, it's all okay," She says squeezing my hand tight. I look at her face and see a pool of emotions. Sadness, joy, worry, and a whole lot more crowds her soothing face.

"Mom, where am I and what happened? Why am I here?" I say, my voice sounds grainy and soft.

"Sweetheart, your in the hospital. You don't remember the crash?" As soon as she says it, it all comes flooding back. The broken glass, the sirens, the intoxicating smell of blood. Then, an even more important question came blurting out of my mouth.

"Where's Jen and Caleb?" I say, my lip quivering.

"Jen is fine, but as for Caleb..." She looks away from me, hiding her face in her hands. She lets out a small sob.

"What happened? Mom, tell me. Please, I deserve to know," I say , shaking her slightly. But, I would not find out until later, because the doctor came in at that moment.

"Ms. Morgan, we are prepped and ready for surgery, I see you have woken up," The man is tall, with a bony face. He is wearing green scrubs and holding a clipboard.

"Surgery? What surgery?" I say frantically, trying to escape this nightmare.

"During the crash, your arm was caught and fractured your wrist, we need to operate on it and put the bones in the place we need them to be so it will heal nicely," he says plainly as he points to my left arm.

"No, no. This is all a dream. I was never in a car crash, I never broke my arm. Someone tell me I'm dreaming!" I scream, I feel tears start to wet my cheeks. I start sobbing and thrashing at the blankets covering me. My mother grabs my good arm and rubs my forehead.

"NO! Don't try to calm me down! Tell me where Caleb is! Now! Where is my brother?!" I continue. One of the nurses runs from the room and comes back with a needle. Still thrashing and kicking, she plunges it inside me and I begin to slow down. My eyes grow heavy and I try everything possible to keep them open, but lose.