I opened my eyes and was immediately blinded by the bright lights above me. Quiet mumbles, and a slight beeping emerged from my right side. I closed my eyes again and let out a slight groan, which ended up sounding more like a whimper.
My chest felt as if there was a thousand bricks piled on top of it. My left arm ached so bad, it was almost as if my arm was being ripped off. I had never felt so much pain in my life. My leg was also in pain, but it was nothing compared to how my arm felt. I attempted to take a deep breath, which seemed harder than said. If it wasn't for the thing on my face, I probably wouldn't be able to breath.
I opened my eyes again, and looked around. There weren't, in fact, any bricks on my chest, nor was anyone trying to rip off one of limbs. I did have some sort of mask on my face which was probably providing me with the air that I ended in order to breath. I also had a cast on my arm, which probably meant that my arm was totally and utterly broken. My leg was covered in a few bandages, but not like Band-Aid bandages, but actual hospital bandages.
"Ariana are you awake yet?" My dad asked he tiptoed into my hospital room.
I nodded my head. Would he be able to hear me if I talked into the mask thingy? It'd probably sound robotic, right?
"Thank God. I've been here pacing around the hospital waiting for you and your mom to wake up..." He stated in relief as he took a seat beside my hospital bed.
"How is mom?" I asked.
My voice didn't sound robotic, but it did sound like when you talk into a cup. That echoey kind of sound. Like that, but a lot more muffled. Not to mention, my voice sounded dry and crackly.
"Shes still asleep, per say, in her hospital room. She's not too far from your room, which is why I've been pacing. Are you okay? How are you feeling?"
"I feel horrible," I sighed.
"Your friends have come about 5 times since you got here, just waiting for you to wake up." He chuckled, "I think they've successfully pissed off the staff with all their questions and stress."
I smiled, "How long have I been... Sleeping? Out? What would I refer to it as?"
"Maybe 2 hours or so? You were totally out for a bit," he stated.
His voice was full of fright and shock. He sounded absolutely afraid. I had never heard my dad talk like that- afraid I mean.
"Mom's still not awake?" I asked.
"Unfortunately not," he sighed. "The doctors said they're trying to do everything they can to get her up and out of here."
"I was in the area of contact though."
"The car pushed our car into some sort of siding, which ended up ramming the car door into your mom. It was as if the car slowly crumpled around her," my dad's voice shook as he spoke.
"You're joking? She's alright though, right? I mean, she not in critical condition?!"
"You have to calm down, Ariana. This isn't good for you. But yes, she's fine. Don't worry, okay?" My dad reassured.
I nodded my head.
"She's fine. Please rest, go to sleep." My dad stated calmly. "When you wake up, she'll be awake. I promise."
I did exactly as I was told. So I closed my eyes and tried my best to forget about everything and just focus on trying to sleep.
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My mom did end up waking up a few hours later. She had a broken arm and a broken leg, as well as numerous scratches, cuts and bruises on her body. I had cuts, and bruises on my body as well, which sucked.
