The Fire Burns Bright

Stitches

Emma's P.O.V

    I awaken from a nightmare screaming with tears spilling out of the corners of my eyes. I open my eyes and see my father looking down at me. Concern shows in his eyes but I want Kate.

"Kate!" I cry out in a voice so weak and broken it doesn't sound like my own. 

       I hear her call my name behind me I hear a shuffling in the grass. I notice it sounds as though a drunk deer is stumbling over to me. Kate stumbles over and leans against our dad. She brushes hair out of my eyes. I see her left arm is hanging at her side and remember when that jerk named Marcus pulled it out of its socket.  My eyelids begin to droop again and Kate kisses my forehead before I fall asleep again. 

Time Skip!   (*.*)

     When I wake up, I'm in a room that I don't recognize and I'm wearing a silky white nightgown with long sleeves. Everything in the room is white.

Wait, no,  I think, I'm in a hospital. Dang!

     I sit up in the comfortable Hospital bed which I was tucked into. Then I feel dizzy. I shake my head, thinking I can shake off the dizziness, but that multiplies the dizziness by like ten and my head hurts so bad that I'm forced to lie down. I lie in the white room with dimmed light and accept that there is no way out of what is about to happen. When I can't bare it anymore, I close my eyes and cry quietly with fear. 

     Then the door to the room slips opened and I jump, expecting to see the doctor. I look in the doorway and see Kate standing there. She sees that I'm crying and walks over to me.

"Hey," she says, putting her right hand on my shoulder. "I promise you it will be okay."

"Kate, they're going to give me stitches, I know it!" I bunch up part of the white blanket in my arms and bury my face in it, crying and shaking with fear.

"Don't worry, Em. I'm here," Kate whispers, rubbing my back. I continue to sob into the blanket and Kate stays by my side until a nurse walks in followed by my dad. The nurse walks to the side of my bed. He puts out his hand for me to shake but I recoil. 

"Hey, how are you doing? I'm Matt," says the nurse, dropping his hand to his side.

I peek at him from under my blanket and see that he has blond hair and his blue eyes match his nurse uniform.

        "Don't be afraid," Matt says, gently trying to pull the blanket away from my face. I look up at him and the shameful tears fill my eyes again. He looks at me with his kind eyes and for a second I feel like I can trust him and everything will be okay. Then I remember what is about to happen and stumble out of bed and try to run for the opened door. I have to escape. 

      I reach the door only to have it slam in my face. It's like the stuff from my nightmares. Before I can rummage with the doorknob gentle hands touch my side and I feel myself lifted into the air. I try to fight but after a little fighting I feel so weak I have no choice but to give up.

 "We have to go to a different room to do the stitches. Is that okay?" Matt asks in a calm voice.

        I nod quietly, with tears still lingering in my eyes. Matt pats my back, opens the door and carries me to the room. Kate and my dad followed.

        When we get to the room, Matt gently sets me down on a cushioned table and tissue paper crinkles under me. I want to run but I know I can't escape this. Matt pulls over some kind of equipment. All I know about it is that it has a needle. I tremble with fear as Matt carefully threads a needle. I sit up on the table and pull my knees to my chest. I can feel my heart beating more and more quickly as panic rises in me. Kate sits down next to me and puts her arms around me.