So What? I love a cop. (sequel to Cop loving me? code 10-0)

Chapter 31

Beep! Beep! That annoying noise.

I tried opening my eyes but it felt too heavy. I tried again but my vision was blurred and I saw a silhouette of someone.

I closed my eyes again took a deep breath and finally opened my eyes properly. My vision focused and I saw woman in front of me smiling.

"Hey Alicia?" She asked and I noticed she was wearing scrubs. I nodded at her and focused on my surroundings.

I rolled my eyes and groaned. Not again! Hospital. I don't wanna become furniture.

She reached for a cup and poured me water. As she approached I noticed it had a straw in it and I took a sip of the water.

She smiled weakly. "You not too fond of hospitals?"

I shook my head, "No this is my second time this year."

She was surprised, "we got the transfers of your medical files."

I nodded, "oh! Okay!" I then asked, "what day is it today?"

"It's Wednesday." She replied.

My eyes widened, "Wednesday?"

She nodded, "I'm going to call the doctor so that he can explain everything."

I nodded and she left. I watched her exit the door and noticed a cop standing outside. This is deja vu shit again.

It was at that moment I had only noticed the contraption next to me and I glared at it."

My poor arm was bandaged on the upperarm and my forearm had a cast on. It was in traction.

It wasn't long and the doctor came in.

He closed the and smiled, " Hi Miss Miller I'm Doctor Havanga. I see you finally woke up."

I nodded. He continued, "I know this will sound dumb but how you feeling?"

"I feel fine I guess but I'm annoyed with this contraption next to me." I replied.

He nodded with understanding. "Well I have to say be honest. You are real lucky you survived."

My heart sank when he said that but it was the truth. I had felt very weak before the helicopter found us.

I nodded and said, "I agree with you Doctor."

"You can be glad your friend wad with you. She had done a good job looking after you."

"I know. I owe her one." I replied.

He nodded and started explaining my injuries to me. I was shit twice. Once in my upper arm missing my humeras bone. It had caused a lot of muscle and nerve damage. Basically a chunk of flesh was damaged.

The bullet that penetrated my forearm factured both my radius and ulna bones. That is why I have a cast on and my arm is being supported with traction.

In a day or two traction won't needed anymore.

I lost a lot blood and needed a blood transfusion. I didn't get an infection but they felt since I had been in surgery. I needed rest and they kept me asleep so that my body could repair itself without any disturbance.

The nurses fussed over me. I ate, got  cleaned I relieved myself.

They positioned me in a sitting position. They had to work carefully with that traction contraption. When they were done I was tired and fell asleep again.

I felt a really strange feeling and opened my eyes. Aunt Diane was staring at me with a worried expression it changed to relief.

"Oh gosh Alicia I'm so happy you're okay." She said.