Chapter 14

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    I awake in a hospital bed. I fell asleep on the way in the ambulance or I think I did. I don't remember anything except my mom's face.

     I turn and look at my arm and what I see makes my vision blur. Needles. Everywhere in my arm.

     The scream starts in my stomach and makes its way into my mouth. Tears blur my vision. I hate needles. Like, I have an irrational fear of them. A phobia of needles.

      I feel my mom grab my left arm and my dad grabs my right. My scream turns to a sob.

     "I wanna go home" I mumble between sobs.

       "I know honey. I know" I dad replys.

        A nurse runs into the room with the doctor in tow.

         "Whats going on?" The nurse exclaims.

         The doctor walks over to a bunch of machines that I could never name. Probably checking my vitals.

          "I hate needles" I say and try smiling through my tears but thats hard to do when you think you can feel the cold, hard metal needle in your vein.

         The doctor finishes whatever he was doing and hooks a new medicine up to my IV. I cringe as the cold medicine seeps into my bloodstream. 

          "I think you can go home tomorrow" The doctor says "We were just keeping you here for observation. You were treated for a concussion so you need to get some rest."

           "Whats this?" I ask eyeing the new medicine suspicionly

           " A calming drug. Hopeful help you relax and reduce your fear outbursts." He gives me a smile and I try to smile back.

           They walk out of the room and I am left alone with my parents and I can see that they have a million questions but I only ask one.

           "Is Destiny ok?"

           "Shes fine" My mom laughs. I guess shes just happy that I'm alright.

            A few hours later I'm sitting in my hospital bed watching The Big Bang Theory. My parents left the room for a few minutes. I think they're talking with the doctor about me. I wish they thought to include me too I mean it is my body.

          Hannah walks in and sits on the edge of my bed. Shes clearly is uncomfortable.

          "You really messed up this time" She teases.

           "What? Me? Never!" I laugh.

          Hannah smiles. Maybe she's happy that I'm still me.

           "I just wanna go home" I groan.

             "Oh suck it up. We are going home tomorrow"

            I grin. I love when my sister is sarcastic to me. It's her way of showing she loves me and it's also in ground into her character so she actually can't help it.

            The last few hours are absolute misery. I throw up every hour or so and my head pounds. I get to the point that I just sleep and wake up to throw up.

             The next day I wake up and feel a rush of joy. I get to go home! Of course I have to get the worst thing ever. Take the IV out.

             I don't think I had ever cried harder in my life. Dad tried to calm me down while my mom held my left arm down with my palm facing upward.

              The nurse gets right down to business. She gently presses down on my hand and gives a tug. The tubes come out and I breathe a sob of relief.

                I can now go home.

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A/N

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