School's killing me Lately.
Also, Im sorry this chapter sucks.
Lucy's P.O.V:
The noise of beeping intensifies as I grow annoyed from hearing the same noise over, and over again.
A few kids I don't really know from my homeroom told me to get better soon, but I knew they couldn't care less about me. They just wanted to be able to say "I visited Lucy Heartfilia in the hospital today," for their spotless reputations.
Once the world have sleep has left me with reality, I notice an IV taped onto my arm, along with a stabbing pain in my lungs.
I gasp for air, as I realize my breathing pace is far from steady.
I continue, sleeping, awaking, and the same once more until my eye lids wouldn't shut.
Once I had been positive I wouldn't fall asleep once more, the doctors and nurses started investigating the reasoning behind the sudden collapsing.
Dr. Cifaldi had just finished running a cat scan on me.
I lay patiently, deeply awaiting the results that would soon pour into my brain.
The sound of a door unlocking triggers me to snap my head towards the doorway, revealing the doctor that ran god knows how many tests on me.
"Lucy, dear," Dr. Cifaldi speaks in a comforting tone, leading me to the suspicion that news, good or bad, was to be spoken of soon.
"Dr. Cifaldi?"
The room is silent.
After a couple of minutes, Dr. Cifaldi scratches the back of his neck and sighs deeply.
"I'm afraid you have been diagnosed with the very disease your mother had died from." Dr. Cifaldi's voice has lost all hope.
I stay silent.
Dr. Cifaldi does the same.
It was silent enough for me to hear an old man's frail voice from the room next door.
"What disease?" I bring myself to ask, flinching from pain.
Due to damage of my lung tissue, every breath I take is literal agony.
Just imagine speaking.
"Pneumothorax." Dr. Cifaldi stretches the word so it is understandable to my infant like way of thinking.
"Pneumothorax explains your collapse. The reasoning behind how you caught the disease is due to the fact that it was passed down to you from your mother. She had rather, severe pneumothorax." Dr. Cifaldi mumbled the last part.
As Cifaldi continued to explain my mother's situation, stabbing pain struck my chest.
Cifaldi's tone turned to murmurs. Then to whispers.
My vision blurred.
My ears lacked listening, and my eyes lacked seeing.
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Unbroken
Fiksi PenggemarLucy Heartfilia, a 13 year old 7th grader experiences lots of trauma during her life. It amazes as she would always shrug it off and say "I'll Live." Trauma builds up in her middle school years. Will somebody actually get to her?
