Distanced

6~ Situations

Mannette:. Ouch, my goodness! What happened?

Confused to what I'm doing laying on the floor, and my aching forehead. I try to get myself up to a standing position, but I feel loads of pain all over my body, especially my right leg. I think I broke it. Right after inspecting myself for any other injuries, I touch my forehead since it was annoyingly sore, I come to learn that I've hit my head with something which left me bleeding severely. With that information I then get myself to a sitting position which is when I see blood dripping from my neck to the rest of my body like a waterfall...

Mannette:. MOMMY!!! HELP, THERE'S SOME PAYCHO WHO TRIED TO KILL ME!! MOM! MOM! COME HERE, IM DIEING MOM! IF YOU DON'T COME NOW THEN YOU'LL LOOSE YOUR PERFECT, ADORABLE, FAVORITE DAUGHTER IN THE WORLD! YOU'LL STAY HERE ALONE WITH BEVERLY AND I KNOW YOU DON'T REALLY LIKE HER BECAUSE SHE'S...
Revekka:. Ohh, I didn't know that mom didn't like me.
Mannette:. Rev, what are you doing here?
Revekka:. I heard noises that came from your room.
Mannette:. Revs I didn't mean any of that stuff I said, I thought mom was ignoring me, so I said those stuff so she can attend to me. But now that you are here, will you help me? I'm dieing!
Revekka:. Oh my gosh Mannette, what happened!?

I look down to my stomach where the blood had some how created a pond that has been mixed with red food coloring, although it didn't look tempting for one to dive in.
Mannette:. Some psycho was trying to kill me!
I said to her even though I wasn't convinced that someone had barged into my room and most probably stabbed me with a knife then I collapsed and they ran away without a trace or anyone seeing them.
Revekka:. Ok, umm... lemme call 9-1-1. I promise you'll be okay, and who ever did this will pay for their damage! No one messes with MY twin sister.

While Revekka was dialing the emergency number, I somehow felt safe, loved and a sense of belonging mainly to my twin sister. She had worry written all over her face and her voice shaking with terror and anger as she was talking to the emergency responder on the other line. Suddenly she placed her phone on my bed careful not to break it with her bear hands.
Revekka:. What now?
9-1-1 response: firstly move her in a way that her head, neck and shoulders move together as a unit.
Revekka:. Ok, what's next.
9-1-1 response:. Get a clean cloth or bandages then apply firm pressure directly over the wound, if blood soaks through, apply additional cloths over the first one until the emergency response team arrives.

Revekka did just that, even though I gave her a hard time by wincing every now and then, and not mention I shoved her onto my study desk, which I didn't mean to do, but under the pain I was feeling, it was uncontrollable.
*Boom Boom*
We both gasp, then Revs opens one of my drawers to find a large scissor with a sharp end. She orders me to hold onto the cloth while she goes and kick ass, not my words, hers. When she exited the room I couldn't believe my ears. Instead of sulking and worring about my state, I was laughing like crazy.
Revekka:. Listen here psycho! If you think you're gonna barge into MY house like that right after you nearly killed my sister, infact my only sister then you're bout to deal with something even your mother won't be able to defeat! So I suggest you save yourself from getting what's about to ha...

Oh my gosh, what happened? Revs just fell silent. What happened!? Did the psycho not get the message!? Suddenly I notice the emergency response team walk in my room with their fancy equipment. One of them, a lady, walks up to me then kneels right next to me and says...
Paramedic:. Hi, my name is Nomvulo, and my team and I are here to help.

She ended of with a sympethic smile. She was very sweet and looked very pretty. I was headed to the emergency response vehicle in no time, my sister had insisted to travel with me to the hospital but one of paramedics told her to stay so she could sign some documents and tell the police what had happened. The drive to the hospital was horrible! I've never in my life felt so..so...so....so insecure. I do fully understand that the paramedics had to give me a full check-up and all, but I didn't feel comfortable with a stranger touching me, even if their helping me. When we arrived at the Hospital, my mom was already there standing right next to a familiar man. The paramedics got me out of the van into the hospital. When we got to the room which I was admitted in, a man came in dressed in a navy blue silky pants, navy blue and white polka dotted v-neck shirt with three cream white coloured buttons and a white cloak with a name tag on it. He came in with what looked like my report.
Doctor:. Good afternoon Ms Bevans, I am Doctor Watson, Phillip Watson. But you can call me Phillip.
Mannette:. Okay, umm Phillip. May I ask what that file in your hand is?
Philip:. Oh, umm there is nothing serious written on here about your condition yet, we will still have to run some tests. But firstly we will have to do an x-ray test. Nomvulo informed me that you might have a broken right leg.