Joshaya: the long game or never?

Girl Meets Recovery.

Maya's POV.

It's been two days since I woke up and I've literally seen so many people. They've all been in and out of my hospital room but none of them have told me what's wrong.

I can hear them all whispering and talking under their breath, but never to me. It's all hushed and out of ears-range and I just know it isn't great.

I also know that if no one tells me what's wrong with me and why the hell I'm still in this hospital, I may go crazy or something. I absolutely hate it here, it's the worst place to stay and I miss my room.

Well, I guess I miss having a room, since I've got a new one I've never even slept in yet. But I know it's amazing because I remember it looking amazing.

And any room is better than this boring, plain hospital room, especially considering I'll be able to actually have alone time without people constantly walking into the room and past it while talking really loudly.

Speaking of people just walking in here all the time, the door begins to creak open and I watch Riley's head peak around the corner.

She sees that I'm awake and walks over, all smiles and happy. "Maya! Good morning. How are you feeling?" She sits down on the chair next to me.

I sigh. "Alright." She gives me an expectant look, knowing something's up. "I just want to know what's wrong with me. No one's told me anything. They just walk around like they're on eggshells and that I might break or go into a coma if they say anything to me."

Riley sighs. "I know. I wish I could explain it to you but..."

"But what?" I snap, annoyed.

"But I can't."

"Then leave." I point towards the door, feeling a rush of anger surge through my body. She's upset with it but right now I can't stand people not talking to me. Not telling me anything I actually want to know.

But even though I feel this strong attitude forcing its way through my head, I pause for a minute and let myself calm down.

"I'm sorry," I quickly tell her as she makes her way over to the door. She turns back, a small smile on her lips. "I just, I need some time to think."

She nods like she understand and then leaves the room, whispering that she loves me. She doesn't understand though.

She doesn't have something wrong with her that she doesn't even know. She doesn't have everyone else knowing what's wrong but no one telling her. She's not stuck in a hospital bed with broken bones and pain constantly shooting through her.

No one understands what I'm going through. I wish they did.

What makes it worse is that no one ever really asks. I mean, they ask me how I'm doing but I know they don't want to hear that I'm in pain. They just want to hear that I'm awake and 'recovering'.

I just want everything to go back to normal.

"Maya?" A voice comes into the room. It's a nurse, Isabelle. "May I come in?"

At first I contemplate saying no but since she's a nurse I nod and sit up a bit. She smiles and walks inside, closing the door behind her.

She's probably one of the nicest younger nurses in this hospital, most of the other are much older. Plus, she's really pretty, with a dark brown braid and big blue eyes that have this soothing pleasure to them.

"I'm just going to replace your bag and check your charts, okay?" She says, standing next to the bed. I don't answer, just nod like before, feeling too tired to speak to her. She mustn't notice because she starts asking me questions like, "How are you doing today? Have you eaten yet? Do you need anything?"