11/24/99
Dear Stranger,
We're at the hospital, waiting for the result of the evaluation. When we were in the ambulance, he woke up once or twice, but he was hostile. I never saw him like that. He was screaming, flailing around, and tried to attack one of the paramedics. After he tried to choke one of them, they restrained him and sedated him. They said they'll have to give him droperidol to make him less violent. After he's able to leave the hospital, he's supposed to take this medicine that does the same, if he still were to attack anyone.
I was able to see my brother in his room. I look at him and I can see they had to connect an IV with the drug I mentioned earlier. I felt bad. He looked at me with these dead eyes. No spark, no nothing. His warm smile, gone. His skin felt slightly cold and it was still a grey-ish color.
"Hey sis, how are you?" he said. His voice had some tiredness to it. I sat in the chair next to him. Our mom and dad came in because they got out of work early. They see him and they burst in tears,
"Mom, dad, it's ok. Don't cry. He's fine" I try to tell them. Odin looked at them and they hold his hand. They were saying how they were worried sick and that they're happy he's alive. All we need now is for him to be home.
I asked the nurse when we can take him home and she said tonight. It was earlier than I expected, but they said tonight because he didn't have anything broken. We just need to watch his behavior and stuff. A doctor gave us the medication that he's going to have to take once or twice a day. We were given some side effects. Most common and normal one was drowsiness, but that's because it's a sedative. Some others were, depression/anxiety, increased risk of injury, problems with movement and, the worst one I believe, is problems with memory. It's a risk, but he has to take them.
We're home with Odin. He's been silent the whole ride back. He's just been sitting there, thinking. When we entered the house, he looked around and sat on the couch. He didn't speak to me or our parents for a few hours. When it was dinner, he spoke.
"I missed your cooking, mother," he said. Mom smiled and offered more food, he nodded and that's the last time he talked today. He fell asleep on the couch. I'll update tomorrow, I guess.
sincerely,
Livia Valeska
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HorrorA boy is assigned a project for Film Class. Create a video of the students' choice. His is a documentary. Going into the woods alone, his simple project turns deadly.
