Miracle Worker

Chapter 9

The room smelt funny. "Is she going to be OK?" I heard my mother whisper. I opened my eyes. I was in a white room, with doctors and nurses and, wait, I'm in a hospital!

My mom looked like she had been crying her eyes out. I felt bad. "She's awake," said a person I don't know. Mom ran over to me and wrapped her arms around me tightly. I don't know why she is so sad and relieved. And why I am in a hospital.

Payton and her mom, along with Maria, Lily, Katie and Kennedy, rushed in. "Are you OK?" They asked me. I couldn't talk. I had some kind of tube on my face. Mom pulled Kathy out of the room. She seemed shocked, but then mom started crying again. Kathy turned on her comforting charm for my mother.

My friends looked so worried. I don't even know why. When they left, and it was just me and mom, I asked, "what happened to me?" She looked like she was gonna cry as she replied, "you passed out at home and then I called an ambulance to take you to the hospital." I had no idea what to think.

I think mom left around nine. She couldn't stay with me. I think the doctors are gonna see what's wrong with me. Turns out, I apparently should be fine in a week. I just was overheating. According to the doctor, anyway. I still felt terrible. Did doctors really understand what I was feeling? I guess I'll never know.

The next morning, mom came in to see me again. She ordered me waffles and cream cheese, and just got herself some toast. As I ate, I didn't feel so good. Suddenly, I burped, then hurled. My mother stepped back. I know she hates when people get sick. It was always dad who got out of bed.

One time, I really made a giant mess. I was six, and in bed. I started to cry. Dad came in, picked me up, and helped me get my clothes off. Then he made a hot bath for me. As I soaked, he cleaned up my sheets and the ground around my bed. After I was clean, he got me a new nightgown, wrapped me in a giant blanket, and sang. He was an amazing singer. I swear, he could have been in the radio, or singing away at his own concert with millions of fans. I fell asleep before he finished. I miss him.

Back to the present, a nurse rushed in. Cleaned up the floor, and wiped my chin. Then she scooted off. I really wished she was kinder, and checked if I was OK. My dad would have. Mom still munched nervously on her toast. I said sorry. "Oh, love, it isn't your fault." She said. I wanted to believe she was right. But I couldn't convince myself.