Avery ‘POV’
That’s it, I’m dead, I’m going to die, I’m going to die the day of my anniversary, the day of my engagement, I’m going to die. A year after my half-assed suicide attempt and I’m going to die.
I don’t want to die.
Is this some sort of karma? Is this God’s sick and twisted, fucked up version of karma? Keep me alive when I want to die, kill me when I don’t? What the fuck.
I don’t want to die.
I wonder how Ethan is doing. Shitty, probably, I know that if he was in surgery I’d be a fucking wreck. Oh, and speaking of, why the hell am I aware I’m in surgery? I can see everything, I can see me, the blood, the heart monitor dipping in and out every now and then, the surgeons feverishly trying to keep me alive. I feel like I’m sitting somewhere, like a plain, white room, watching this all unfold.
Am I in heaven? Am I really watching all this? This is just like that little boy and his book, and it sounds freaking crazy. This isn’t happening. I’m hallucinating from the anesthesia. This is a dream. I’m crazy. What the fuck is going on?
I want to go home. To my bed, with Ethan, and I want to lay in bed and watch dumb shows on Netflix and eat popcorn for every meal.
I wish I knew how Ethan was.
Ethan POV
They wheel me into Dr. Rinaldi's office, and I wait patiently for her to join me. I stare at the burgundy walls, the books on the shelves, the colorful, patterned rug on the floor. Luckily, I don’t have to wait long, as Dr. Rinaldi rushes through the door.
“Ethan, I just heard the news, I am so sorry, how is she?” She asks, sitting down on the couch next to me, a first, and putting her hand on my knee. Dr. Rinaldi and I have grown closer in the last year, and I appreciate her making such an effort for me, since my mother broke all ties with me and all but left the last time I was committed.
“Thanks, she’s in surgery, I haven’t heard anything yet, but she was losing a lot of blood when we got here. They had to restart her heart in the ambulance,” I say.
“That must have been hard to watch. How are you feeling?” She asks.
“I’m so scared. I proposed to her this morning, and now she might die. A year after her attempt, and she lived, and now, we get engaged, and she might die,” I stare blankly at the wall.
“Congratulations on your engagement, Ethan. I know its scary. Thats a very scary way to look at the situation. But, as you know, we have the best trauma surgeons in the state of Florida. She’s in great hands. How about I call down and see if we can get an update?” She asks more of a question, waiting to see if I really want to know of not.
I nod, and she pats my kneecap, and crosses her office to her desk. She picks up the phone and dials the trauma desk.
“Dr. Rinaldi, Psych, can you give me any information on last name Smith, first name Avery? I’m her leading psychologist, I’ve been seeing her for about a year now, I just recieved information on her situation,” Dr. Rinaldi says into the phone.
She nods and ‘Mhm,’s few time, before saying thank you and hanging up.
“Ethan?” She calls to me.
I look up, dreading the worst, from the tone of her voice.
“Would you like to go see her?” She asks softly, and I start crying again.
“Thank you,” I manage to say before crying again.
YOU ARE READING
It Begins In A Hospital
Dla nastolatkówEthan 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.
