The Journal [A Sequel To Maya's Diary]

Chapter Thirteen

Did I die?

"You're awake," A lady said approaching me. She was dressed in a short white plain gown, a pair of white rubber clogs, a white cap that was tightly clipped to her hair strands and she had two pen of two different colors rest on her breast pocket.

I repeatedly massaged my throbbing forehead with my fingers hoping it would soothe the morning pain, but it didn't. I squinted, straining my weary eyes and accommodating it to the brightly illuminated room. Everywhere looked white and for a near second, I thought I had died. I blinked repeatedly clearing the rheum that formed within the aperture of my eyelids at night and it was only then that I realized where I was, and exactly why I was there.

The lady placed two fingers on my forearm feeling my pulsation rate. Although she seemed exhausted, she wore a cherry smile on her oily cheeks. Her body slightly revealed that she had narrowly escaped young adulthood.

Her fingers left mine and found the intravenous drip, which she noticed skillfully. Paying close attention to every detailed drip which apparently was the only sound that echoed the room.

"Does your head still throb?"

"A bit," I replied sitting up. I looked at the dress I had on me. It was my pajamas from the night before.

"What time is it?" I asked suddenly remembering my supposed schedules for the day.

"9:43," she replied as her gaze narrowed to her leather strapped wrist watch.

"Oh my God! I need to leave," I replied attempting to pull out the tube whose end was embedded into my skin.

"No you can't do that. You're not strong yet, not in this condition."

What condition? I'm perfectly fine.

"I have a place to be," I replied suddenly remembering the make-up lunch I was supposed to have with Daniel, "Places." I corrected.

"Your husband instructed I made sure you were fine."

I rolled my eyes at the mention of husband. He led me into this and he had the nerve to be defensive?

"I'm fine, OK?"

I pulled out the needle and the weak plaster that held it in place, and tried standing from the spring bed I was deeply sunk in.

"At least you'll wait till I write a report." I nodded and she reached for a drawer that I hadn't known was there. A large manual record keeping book was drawn out from the drawer and with a heavy thud, rested on the top.

"Mrs. Maya Baltimore, is that right?"

"Anderson, please."

"Alright. You need to take good care of yourself and eat healthy. Remember to visit for regular checkups and avoid slipping as much as you can. Preferably, you can purchase a rubber flip flop. It creates friction on contact with the floor and its shock absorbent. Take extra care of yourself for now, till we meet again and please have enough rest. You can't afford to be stressing yourself in this condition," she advised with a large grin.

"Thank you... Nurse Greta," I replied diverting my eye's focus to the small metallic name tag that rested on her breast pocket.