Ultra Girl; Origin Story

Chapter 2: The Hospital

"Please, please tell me she's going to be okay!" Said a soft voice.

"I'm afraid it's too soon to tell." Said another. "I'm sorry to say that it will depend on if she'll ever wake up again. She has experienced serious trauma throughout her whole body." Slowly the voices began to grow louder.

"If she wakes up?" Said a third. "You mean when she wakes up-"

"When she wakes up, she will need lots of rest. "The second voice interrupted the third. 

Everything was pitch black, my head ached and I couldn't feel anything.

"Am ... am I... dead...?" It hurt to think, but the thought was still there.

"How long will it take?" Said the third voice. It almost sounded... sounded like my... my dad. Though it took me some time, I forced my eyes to open. At first, everything was blurry but it soon became clear enough to make out two, no, three figures standing near me in a room about the size of my bedroom.

"Am I.... home...?" No. I wasn't home, but then.. where was I?

Two of the figures in the room seemed familiar. One had their shoulders hunched over as if they were crying while the other was holding the first, making it appear as if they were one person. My vision got clearer and I was able to recognize them.

"Mom... dad...." Someone said in barely a whisper. I soon realized from the burning sensation in my throat that I was the one that had spoken. My voice was dry and was unrecognizable to me.

"Sireana!" My mom gasped, seemingly to be the only one to have heard me. "Oh, my baby!"  She rushed over to my side. Dad quickly joined when he saw that my eyes were open.

"What... happened..."

"You're in the hospital." The other person in the room said slowly. The man seemed to be taken aback. He was dressed in a long white coat with short red hair, a doctor maybe. I looked around the room. It was actually larger than my bedroom. To the right of me, the wall was made up of large windows, on the far side of the room was a flat-screen TV hanging on the wall. On the same side of the room were cabinets and cupboards and a sink. I tried to force myself to sit up on the bed I was on only to fall back down again with a gasp of pain. My jaw dropped as air from the oxygen mask strapped to my face seeped into my lungs.

"You shouldn't move your body too much." The doctor said. He walked over to the side of the bed and picked up something that looked like a remote, pressing a button. The bed made an electrical noise before the top half of the bed slowly rose, stopping when I was barely sitting up. Then the doctor was careful as he slipped it under my right hand. And he slipped another remote under my other hand, telling me it was to call a nurse named Betty if I needed her. Suddenly something occurred to me.

"How long... have I... been asleep?" I said. My voice was slowly getting stronger, bit by bit.

"You've been asleep for about four days." The doctor said softly. As if he was afraid if he spoke too loudly, it would break me. "You are very lucky to be alive."

"What... What do you mean?" That's when everything came rushing back in a title wave of memories. "Oh..."

"You need to get some rest. We will leave you be." said the doctor, motioning to my parents that it was time to leave. Mom kissed me gently on the cheek before exiting the room.

Once they were gone, my eyelids became heavy, more than they've ever been before. Once they were shut, it wasn't long until I fell into a deep, dreamless, sleep.

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I woke up to the sun shining through the curtains that had been pulled over the window. I smiled and stretched my arms over my head as I sat up, then, I stopped. I was sitting up, I was actually sitting up! I could move! Yesterday, I couldn't even move my little finger, let alone my whole body! I wanted to try to stand but then I stopped myself. Probably wasn't a good idea to move that much quite yet. I looked over to the bedside table that was next to the bed that I hadn't noticed before. On top was the remote to call the nurse while the other one was the TV remote. There were also some magazines. Ignoring those, I picked up the TV remote and turned it on as I took off the oxygen mask. It was getting way too stuffy. The channel it was already on was a news broadcast. A woman was standing out in front of a street holding a mic.