Ethan POV
I sit in the waiting room while Avery is rushed to surgery, and it seems like every second is in front of me. All I can hear is the clock ticking. I can’t hear other people screaming, or crying, or doctors running around. I can’t hear kids laughing down the hall, or the overhead P.A. system. I can’t hear anything. I hear the clocks. I hear my heart beating in my throat. I hear the heart monitor in the ambulance the second Avery’s heart stopped. I can hear her whispering I love you while she lay dying on the floor of the cinema. And I can’t think. I had the hospital secretary call her parents. I can hear them talking about taking me up to Psych to have an evaluation because I’ve just had a major trauma and I haven’t moved from a ball on the floor in front of a chair in hours. Finally, two nurses I recognize from the Psych floor do come up to me, and because I don’t want to be there longer than necessary, I don’t struggle, and I let them put me into a wheelchair, and wheel me to the elevator.
“Rinaldi, please,” I say my first words in hours.
They look at each other and nod, as the elevator doors slide open.
YOU ARE READING
It Begins In A Hospital
Teen FictionEthan and Avery have both been admitted to the psychiatric ward of the local hospital. Stuck rooming together, the duo realizes they have more in common than they thought, and their adventures all begin, in a hospital.
