Faith

Trying to find a way

There I layed, weeks, months, I don't know. When I awoke from my coma, a bright light was shining above my head. IV was being injected in my arm, my left leg and both arms were in casts, and I lay in a hospital bed.

"Hello Hun. How ya feeling?" A nurse walked in with her green outfit. "Your uncle brought you in after you fell out of that tree."

Uncle? I didn't have an uncle. "And he cares about you a lot. Look, he brought you flowers."

I turned to my right and a bouquet of roses stood next to me in a glass. That was all strange to me. The nurse handed me a glass of water, and I gulped it in a second. It tasted so good, not eating for that long.

"I'm hungry." I said to the nurse, that taking my blood pressure.

"What would you like?" she replied.

"A chicken patty please."

"Absolutely. I'll tell the kitchen."

She walked out, and in walked my kidnapper. My heart skipped a beat. I was terrified. What did he want with me after all of this? He had cleaned himself from the last time I saw him. He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans.

He stood next to me, and I pretended to sleep. He just stared at me, as if I was dead. After about 10 minutes, he just walked out. The nurse came back with the food, and we started conversating.

"Luckily, you'll be able to leave in about a week. No head trama, but a few broken bones."

"Do I have to go with..." I muttered, not wanted to reveal he kidnapped me.

"Huh, sweetie?"

"Oh, nothing. just thinking to myself" I used as a coverup.

"Ok dear, need anything else?"

"No, thanks."

"Would you like a shower?"

I looked at my arms and legs, I was filthy and stunk really bad. "I think I need it."

She laughed, and helped me into a wheelchair, where I was pushed to the bathroom. She covered my cast in a plastic bag, and as she lifted up my gown, she writing on my leg. TO BE SENT TO MEXICO. 1000€

She stared at the print in horror, as I did the same. "Oh my gosh!" She exclaimed. She then ran out, I guessed to report it to the head desk. I now know what he wanted. He wanted to see of I was still in condition to be sold. For what? I don't know. A few moments later, she came back about with a cop, who inspected the writing.

"Miss," he said, "I'm going to have to take you into custody for questioning."