Life Can't Stay The Same Forever (Slow Updates)

Chapter 2 - Seven Days

Chapter 2 - Seven Days

I awake with a loud groan as I feel a slight pain rush through my body. My eyes squint from the blinding light. I know I'm in a bed, but it's not my bed, it doesn't have the lavender scent I wake up to every morning. Gradually my eye's adjust to the lighting and I realize I'm in a hospital ward. Oh, the dreaded hospitals. I hate them, I never wanted to step foot in one again since...

"SHE'S AWAKE" I hear a male voice screamed almost making me jump out of the bed, instantly getting rid of all my prior thoughts. Next, I hear loud running footsteps and my dad's head pops through the open door.

"Hey darling," My dad speaks with a soothing voice "How are you feeling?" I open my mouth to respond but nothing but a murmur comes out. Why can't I speak?

A nurse runs into my room startling me and my dad. She speaks with a calm voice "Hi Emma, you're awake. I just need to get this out your mouth, it might be a little uncomfortable okay." I nod as she opens my mouth and removes a plastic pipe from it, which causes my throat to tingle.

I cough up a mouthful of spit and give a loud groan as my throat adjusts to the feeling.

When she's finished fiddling with my mouth and I've adjusted to the feeling, I question, "What's the hell is that?" I sound quite scratchy but I think it was audible.

"It's just an oxygen pipe, it helps you to breathe. We also gave you some good pain killers that has a side affect of  drowsiness so you might feel a little tired. But there is nothing to worry about." The nurse answers, leaving the room.

I cough in remark. I turn to my dad and try to smile but my face feels numb and I can't move it. My smile probably ends up looking like a clown's mask.

"What's wrong hun?" he questions me.

"Dad, what happened?" I wonder, "I don't remember there being any reason for me being in the hospital."

"Are you okay, you need the nurse?" He asks, not answering my question, instead acting more stressed.

"I'm fine," I say, trying to turn to look at him but find that I'm strapped to the bed. "But what happened dad? Why am I in here? I don't want to be here, can we please leave?" I say in a pleading voice.

"Hunny, you can't leave. You fell off Pluto and must have landed in the fence. That's where we found you. You broke your collarbone, left tibia and left arm." He choked out. "You've been u-unconscious for 2 days now. We've been so worried about you."

As my dad said those words I didn't and couldn't breathe. Everything about that afternoon rushed back to me. All these questions rushed through my head, but I just couldn't bring myself to ask any of them. My face must have looked of pure terror because my brother said: "Oh Emma, don't be worried you're fine now."

I started to tear up and my body flushed with too many emotions but I managed to say "Is Pluto alright?"

My dad looked back up at me and answered, "Yes, he's in the stable but he got some bad scratches on the back of his legs."

I asked my dad, "Can I go see him? I'd rather be with him then in here."

My brother spoke next "Why are you so determined to get out of this place."

I turned my head slightly to look at my brother with hateful eyes and spoke with anger "You know why."

"No I don't. If I knew I wouldn't be asking you this question" he answered.

I looked back up at him, but now I was upset. Had he already forgotten? "You really don't remember. Justin, This is where it happened." I spoke loudly, on the verge of tears. I looked at my dad. "Do you remember dad? It was this place."

My brother and dad both looked at each other and obviously, they knew what I had been trying to tell them.

My dad spoke next "I know you don't want to be here but you cant leave. Once the doctors say you're healthy enough you can leave okay."

"Fine, how long is that going to be?"

"Well I'm not completely sure, a week maybe."

"A week, uhhh, make it three days."

"I can't just magically change the way they decide to discharge patients."

"Ok Fine. But I'm not staying in this place for longer than a week, that's seven days. You tell them that or I'll run out of this building by myself." I looked up at him, "You know I'll do it."

"I will don't worry but I can't promise anything."

"You promise me or I might just walk out of here tonight."

"Ok, ok, I promise. I'll tell them seven more days, tops. You good with that?"

"Yes, very good actually," I said trying to grin at my dad, but again comes out looking like a villain.

Authors Note:
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I'm not quite sure how accurate this is, so if you have experience or advice please give me some tips on how this would actually go down.

Will be trying to stick to a writing/publish schedule but also not sure if I'll be able to keep to it, but will try, again, to stick to it.

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