Can't Believe It

"Hospital Talks." Chapter 6

My head is throbbing and I can't move. I go to look around but my neck was suffering so much pain. My vision was blurry. I could hardly see my steering wheel that looked weird. I wiggle my arm a little to get some feeling back. It finally began to have some movement. I placed it on my head, carefully. I brought my hand down and blood was covered in it. I turned to my window that was busted and heard a couple of footsteps. My vision is still a little blurry but I see a person bend down to where he could examine me. He was upside down I noticed. I think it was a paramedic. I start to get light-headed. My eyes start to close and I hear a faint chuckle...

It's okay baby girl. I am here for you and our son. 

My eyes close and darkness overcomes me.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Where am I?

I open my eyes and squint them so they get used to the blinding light before I fully open them again. I look around and see I am in a...hospital bed? What is going on? I look to my right and see an IV in my arm. I look at my legs and see a bandage on my left knee. I seriously don't know what the hell is going o- HOLY SHIT I WAS IN A WRECK! I sit up quickly and soon regretted it. My head was pounding. I groan in frustration and soreness. I hold my head in my hand and I see me shaking from the pounding and throbbing of my head. 

Nurses come in quickly and tell me to lay down. They said that they were going to give me a check-up and see if I am all stable and some stuff-AVERY!

"WHERE IS MY SON!!!" I say frantically. I really start shaking out of anxiousness to know where my son is. They tell me that I need to calm down. "WHAT THE FUCK! DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! WHERE IS HE?" I am now fully aware, sitting up and they are trying to restrain me. 

"Ma'am, please lay back down. Your heart rate is sky rocketin-" I interrupt her abruptly because she still hasn't told me where my son is and how my son is doing.

"TELL ME WHERE MY SON IS! WHERE IS AVERY?" More nurses enter the room and try to lay me down but I am not going. I try to get out the bed not caring that I have a messed up knee.

"Ms. Rose, you have to stay calm or we will have to inject you!" I still didn't calm down. Now, I am shaking and fighting back. I get my left arm free and uppercut the male nurse that once restrained me. He falls to ground with a painful groan.

Thank goodness for those kickboxing lessons.

I push off the two women nurses and get up from the bed, ripping out the IV in my arm. A noice echoed through the room and that didn't help with the massive head ache that was making itself known. I still ignored it but the effects were showing.  My eyes saw the room spinning.

No, I have to get to him.

I limp my way to the door. I reach for the door handle and get dragged back. I tug and pull feeling my arms getting weaker. I am not stopping. Anger is boiling in my veins and my strength came back in a flash. I break away from the nurses. I turn around and connect my fist with the side of their faces. They fall unconscious and still. I turn and I'm injected with a syringe in the neck. 

"There. Now, Ms. Rose, why be so much trouble?" He carries me back to the hospital bed. He lays me down. "I will be back with another IV." He exits.

My body is limp. I am so weak. I feel like I can't even lift a finger if I tried. Jesus Christ I have never felt like this. Man, I feel like shit. I feel like I let my son down. I didn't get to him. I didn't pay attention to the road. I was the one that yelled at him. I was the one that made him cry. I was the one that couldn't just tell him what was happening. I was so fucking scared. I know he wouldn't know what I was talking about..well..some of the things. He is a very smart kid. I could have just lied to him. Well, I kind of did but he saw through my lying. I could of said I was feeling sick. SOMETHING ELSE. I am so fucking so stupid. Dammit, Taylor.