Story time PT 2

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????'s pov: I woke up scared, my head hurt, I felt something on one arm and something heavy on the other. I hear a beeping noise, I look around. "I'm in hospital?" "why?"  I say to myself, I can't remember why I was scared, and it hurt to try and remember. It hurt to breath, I lifted up my gown seeing a bandage sheet placed on my ribs. A cast on my left hand, I study the rest of my body. My vision blurs, I feel light headed, a little sick, and tired. 

"hey someone awake?" A man in a white lab coat, the doctor, walks in. I nodded, but even a simple maneuver made me dizzy. "how do you feel?" He spoke softly "awful....but why?" "Well, you where hit by a car." "and by the way the name's Dr Will" I gave a weird look, and said. "I don't even remember yesterday, but thanks Dr Will."                                                                       "Welcome kiddo, I'm gonna do a check up on you to see how bad your concussion is." I gave him a thumbs because shaking my head hurt, he then wanted me to try and stand up. I had to hold onto him, my head was spinning like a top. "I feel sick" I groaned, so he set me back down on my bed, I still felt nauseous, but it subsided after a bit. "Well you do seem to have a mild concussion, so that's good." "My head really hurts, and so do my ribs." I complained, Dr Will nodded, and said he already ordered some Tylenol. 

Soon I was swallowing pills, and was told to get some sleep. Since I needed rest, but it's not like Tylenol works in seconds, if it did I'd be a sleep. I lay there my eyes closed, it's quiet, and I still can't sleep!  The doctor then gave me something for sleep, it knocked me out. 

I'm just walking somewhere, it's dark, no light. I'm just walking, I don't know where I'm just walking, till big bright lights get close to me. And I'm hit, I'm under the car, I want out, I'm screaming , and trying to crawl my way out, but just as I'm almost out, I'm pulled back in.

I wake up screaming, and my doctor is had his hand on my shoulder. "Hey Michel, calm down, it's just a dream." I felt tears run down my face, I never like having nightmares, that was actualy my fear. Nightmares, they plagued me for years when I was little. "You okay?" Dr Will asked, I shook my head regretting it. I got dizzy, so I leaned my head to the other side of the bed on the pillow my head was on. "Look kid, you're gonna be pretty traumatized for awhile seeing how you already are. Your mom's waiting outside okay, and we're gonna talk about what will happen after tomorrow." "okay" He opened the door, and let my mom in. "Hi honey" She said quietly "hi mom" She kissed my cheek, and said she'd take notes for dad since he couldn't come see me. So Dr Will began to inform us about my conditions and what will happen. 

"Michel has a mild concussion which means, even at home he needs to be monitored. Taking a day or two off of school would do him good, but I'd really try to keep a close eye on him. He'll still be very dizzy, and tired. If he starts vomiting a lot then take him back here immediately, he will be a little irritable, and traumatized. Earlier I woke him up from a nightmare, and it is very likely for Michel to be traumatized." "okay so what medication do you recommend?" My mom asked "Tylenol works best for concussions" "okay so when should he go back to school?" "Either after tomorrow, or the day after , it's truly up to you. Though it will be natural for him to fall behind a bit due to his concussion, it will cause confusion and memory loss." 

The next day I was let out of hospital, the doctor did talk about recommending a therapist in case my trauma gets worse. I used to already got to a therapist for my gender dysphoria, till I fully transitioned and had surgery. My mom said she'd get me a new phone since it broke in the accident, I could careless about having a phone. My dad apologized for not visiting me, but I understood why, and didn't care. I all I wanted was food, since I felt nauseous in hospital. Mom made me a grilled cheese, and a glass of milk. I gratefully finished my food, and took a nap. 

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