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Kenzie's POV
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Roquelle walks in, and I just stare her down.
"Wow, looks like you even fail at dying." She snickers.
"Roquelle, leave." I spit at her rudely.
"Why would I do that?" She asks, walking over next to me.
"Because you're a bitch." I plainly say.
"Wow, I wonder what would happen if that tube broke." She chimes, eyeing the tube coming out of my stomach.
The only thing keeping my kidney alive.
She grabs the tube, and squeezes it, making it feel like my stomach was slowly collapsing.
"Roquelle!" I scream, trying to get her to let go of it.
She smiles, "Die already, bitch." She whispers roughly into my ear.
She tugs the tube out of the machine, and I feel a sharp pain in my abdomen.
I scream in pain, my mind slowly getting fuzzy, as I feel my heart beating rapidly.
From a blurry vision, I see Roquelle leave, and I lay there, thinking I'm going to die.
A nurse hears my screams of pain, and rushes in.
"I need an oxygen mask, and 4 grams Rocuronium!" She calls into the halls, noticing that the machine keeping track of my heartbeat was beeping faster by the second.
I bend forward, hoping that would ease the pain.
"Don't worry, you're going to be okay." The nurse says.
I feel a pair of hands try and lay me back, but I pull away.
A few other nurses come in, and while two of them hold me down, one of them puts an oxygen mask on me.
"Let me go!" I begin to panic.
I struggle to get away, but the nurses holding me refused to let go.
Shit. I'm going to die at the hands of stubborn nurses.
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Mark's POV
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Ron walks into Kenzie's hospital room, and I follow behind him.
I see her laying in her bed, peacefully napping. Her hair bit out of place, but still, gorgeous. Her face turned away from me, but the calm beeps coming from the machines soothe me.
"Why is Kenzie in a bed?" He asks, slowly walking beside her.
"She's... sick. But she'll be better soon." I explain.
"What's that?" He asks, climbing onto the bed and pointing to something on her face.
I walk over next to him, unable to see what he was pointing at.
It was a pipe. It across her face, right above her lips, under her nose.
"It, uh- helps her breathe." I say, unsure.
"Why does she need it?" He asks, looking at me with worried eyes.
"I- I don't know." I reply, "Hey! You brought your comic, right?" I ask.
He nods.
"Read that while we wait for Kenzie to wake up."
Kenzie has an oxygen tube...
I look at her bandaged wrists, and feel a slight pain in my heart.
How could she hurt herself? How could she hate herself?
How...?
I imagine her tiny wrists probably overflowing with bracelets in the near future.
I let out a loud sigh, and lean back into my wooden chair,
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Kenzie's POV
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I shift a little, as my ears adjust to the beeping machines.
I groan, and slowly try sitting up.
"Ken!" Mark and Ron chime.
I weakly smile, "Hey."
"How are you feeling?" Ron asks, climbing onto the bed, sitting next to me.
"I'm better," I smile, "could you do me a favor though?" I ask.
He nods.
"The front table gives out candy to little kids, and they won't give me any, could you get me one?" I ask, hoping he would leave me to talk to Mark for a bit.
He just smiles, jumps off the bed, and runs out of the room.
"So, what's with the tube?" Mark asks, adjusting himself in his chair.
"I had an... issue. I think I had an oxygen mask originally though, but they probably changed it while I was asleep." I explain, "Oh!" I pause, "Roquelle and I talked. Well- she talked, and I listened..." I add on, "do you think you could tell nurses not to let her visit me...?" I ask.
"You two not friends anymore?" He asks, surprisingly okay with it.
"Yeah, you could say that." I reply quietly, looking down at my pale hands.
Ron runs back in, and climbs back onto my hospital bed, and holds out a handful of candies.
"What'd you do? Rob them?" I laugh.
He laughs, and leans against my legs, getting comfortable.
He and I unwrap our candies in unison, when Mark asks, "Isn't candy a bad idea, considering you're admitted to a hospital?"
"I'm sure one candy won't kill me." I smile, putting the toffee in my mouth.
I adjust the tube under my nose, and inhale a deep breath.
This is going to be a long hospital stay.
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AUTHOUR'S NOTE!!!
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Mental breakdowns suck.
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