Crazy House

Chapter 25: The male version of Betty Crocker.

WARNING: TYPOS AHEAD

Chapter 25: the male version of Betty Crocker.

My right eye is swollen shut. I have a concussion. My stomach has bruises in multiple places. And I now have a scar on my throat from it being slit. But I’m being released today after being in the hospital for a week, and a half. Half of that time I was in a coma.

“It’s time for you to be released.” A nurse says coming in with a clipboard which she passes to my dad. I’m grateful he’s here or else I’d already be back in California now, but my dad made sure my true identity was kept quiet. All my paperwork was done with my father’s last name.

My dad takes the clipboard from the nurse and we both begin to listen as she speaks. “You should be able to open your eye in a day or two unless the severity is worse than we thought.” She says glancing at me, “If you have any vision problems when the eyes opens, come back immediately.” She says before turning her gaze to dad. “Rebandage and clean your neck everyday, it should heal fairly quickly since it wasn’t that deep…” I tune her out and just stare at the door.

I can’t remember a thing that happened the night of the accident. I’ve tried, but I can’t. The doctors aren’t sure whether I have some memory loss from the concussion, or if I’m suppressing it since I don’t want to think about it. I think it’s the former, because surely I’m not suppressing it. Or at least I’m not trying…

“Ariel,” My dad says placing a hand on my shoulder, and I snap out of my thoughts to look at him. He points at the wheelchair sitting next to my bed. I slide off of the bed, and he helps me into the wheelchair since I’m a bit dizzy from the pain medicine.

“I’ll wheel her down while you drive the car around to the main entrance.” The nurse tells my dad, and he gives her a nod before leaving the room.

The ride in the wheelchair is short and quiet. The nurse doesn’t say anything and I don’t say anything to her. Actually, this is how it’s been since I woke up from the coma. I barely say anything to anyone. At first it was because my throat was hurting, but now I just don’t have anything to say to anyone. I feel like they’re all looking at me for answers about what happened, and I just can’t give it to them. I think talking to my dad, and Roman comes easiest though. I never feel pressured around them.

The nurse wheels me outside, and the cool breeze of the air is a shocker to my skin. I’m so used to it being hot in Rockyville.

My dad opens the passenger seat to his black Suburban and helps me out of the wheelchair, and into the seat. He closes the door before making his way to the driver’s seat, and getting in. He turns the radio to a pop country station which shocks me for a second, since I’d imagined that he listens to rock or something like that.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come and stay with me and Laurel?” He asks glancing over at me when he pulls into the driveway of my house.

While I was in the hospital my dad had asked me if I wanted to come stay with him, and I’d told him no at least ten times.

“I’m sure.” I tell him, and he lets out a sigh before jumping out of the car, and walking around to my side to help me out. Dad walks me to the door and opens it since it’s already unlocked. The house is silent, which is a shocker. Usually someone’s always arguing or Tristian and Roman are playing video games.

“Do you want to go up to your room?” My dad asks me nodding towards the steps.

I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to make it up them but I nod, and he helps me up to my room. I’m shocked when he opens the door. All of my housemates, and a lady I don’t know are in my room. My bed is made, but the sheets are pulled back so I can get in. The room is spotless, and there’s teddy bears, flowers, and other gifts sitting on my dresser.