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They wheeled me in to my hospital room where they unstrapped me from my wheelchair and laid me in the bed. My mouth fell open and drool was spilling onto my chin. I made a croaking sound. That was probably one of the last times I would be in that horrible wheelchair. I made another croaking sound.

"Good morning Elisa."

Dr. Kerry waved to me and snapped his fingers. Two men wearing blue scrubs walks in and puts me into another hospital bed. They wheel me into a white room smelling of plastic and cleaning soap. I hear people putting on gloves and and then was lifted again into a different hospital bed. I grimace when they put in the IV and watch as they put heart monitors on me. A oxogen mask covers my face and I hear a nurse talking.

"Maybe kids like she is really can understand what's going on. I mean she's not fussing or crying. Let's just hope she'll make it. She'll change the world."

If I make it? That's when it hit. I could die, there working on my brain. I feel a pinch in my arm and everything turns hazy, then a swirling darkness.

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"There's too much blood loss!! Her heart rate is too high!!!!"

"Gosh damn it, get her steady!!"

"She won't make it she's not strong enough!!"

I open my eyes, but it hurts, everything does. I'm seeing red. There's nurses and doctors. One of them is trying CPR. Everything goes dark. My last thought, I'm dying.

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My eyes open. I have a huge migraine and everything is sore. My vision is blurry but I can tell I'm in my hospital room. The heart monitors are beeping, and the IV is still in my arm, I have a full on, face covering oxogen mask on and it's really annoying. But I lived. I lived. Lived. I instantly feel sad. When I was seven and had my first surgery I opened my eyes and saw my mom and dad, flowers, candy and a gigantic teddy bear waiting for me. Now there's no one and nothing. She held my hand for the five hours I was out and stayed for the nine days I was at the hospital. Then I realize I could move, but I don't, yet I will try. I start with something small. I look toward the window, it's dark so most likely nurses are sleeping on the job. I take a deep breath, how about I try talking. I groan.

"H."

Omg I just said a letter!!! I hear through the mask and keep go'in.

"H.....ieeeee."

My first word. Hi.

"Hi. Hi. H....ello. Hello."

"Hi."

My mouth is not accustomed to the movement, it's awkward and jerky so I decide to stop. A Nurse walks in and rushes to my side pressing buttons and checking the monitors.

"I heard you talking.....my daughter is, ops was like you, but now. You talked!!! I can make her normal!!"

I smiled. I SMILED!

"And you smiled, I know you couldn't smile before!!"

Now she's crying and I'm crying. I smiled for the first time, ever. She hugs me and I slowly but gingerly wrap my frail arms around her even though it hurts and she sobs harder clutching me tighter. I fall limp and she tucks me in brushing my hair from my face.

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"Anna dear wake up, wake up sugar."

That's Aunt Sara, she always calls me Anna even though I prefer being called Elisa.

"Eli...sssa."

I say slowly testing out the words.

Aunt Sara laughs. She reaches over and holds my hand. Aunt Sara was dads sister and was the best person ever after mom died. She'd protect me from dad and for that she's number one in my world. She starts crying and I smile. This morning I woke up and started practicing my sounds and words with Dr.Kerry, then I took a nice nap. I also have started working on moving my arms. It was weird and felt weird but I can move them without it being sat jerky now. My head still hurts and I still have to keep my oxogen mask on, but it's all ok just having Aunt Sara here.

"They said to wake you up because you need lunch and for therapy...."

She smiles squeezing my hand. I try to squeeze back.

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It worked, I lived and now I'm going learn to walk.