Memoir-MTD Fanfic

Seven

With Michael asleep by the curtain wall in a chair, Mr. and Mrs. Fox stood in the hallway. They were discussing the accident and wondered what had happened. They didn't know how long their daughter was to be there for. Tomorrow they both worked, but surely their son could stay, if he didn't mind missing a day of school.  

Leia was awake and she could hear everything. She heard both her parents discussing something, but she couldn't really make what they were saying. She kept her eyes closed and had brought an arm over her eyes, resting it there. Her head was sore and her ears were ringing. Every time her parents spoke, she heard light ringing in the background, like music faded out as they spoke.

She had a mild traumatic brain injury, in other cases, a concussion. Some symptoms would worsen, others will disappear or appear within the next hours or days. She did not remember a thing and she didn't know where she was. Naturally, she assumed she was in her bedroom and her parents were downstairs speaking to one another. She hadn't opened her eyes to notice that she was in a hospital, her brother was asleep, her parents were in the hall, and nurses came in occasionally to check on her.

A nurse walked by the duo in the hallway, a casual smile as she entered the bay. Noticing the position Leia was in seemed to be different, she grabbed a few things and looked at the blonde. "Leia, can you hear me?" She asked softly. Leia nodded, although she quickly knew that wasn't her mother's voice. "Do you remember anything that happened?"

As hard as she thought, her head grew even more achy than it did before. The ringing slowed in her ears, but the headache grew harder, applying pressure to brain which grew awfully sore. "N-no." She answered truthfully. She opened her eyes and lifted her arm off her eyes and on top of her head, resting it on the pillow. She glanced around the bay, it was small, and there were few chairs. The woman had pulled a pair of blue latex gloves on. "Where am I? Who are you?" She spoke quickly, sitting up in her bed and scooted over to the side, holding the rail as she tried getting off the bed, but could not with the rail.

"Calm down, Leia- Jill!" The nurse called, asking for another nurse to come in. Her parents from the hall had stopped talking. They turned and Mr. Fox entered the bay, his wife following and Michael woke up, stretching. Leia was trying to get off the bed, she was scared and didn't know where she was. A woman was asking her questions, she was by herself, her clothes were gone, and she was confused. She didn't remember anything and she looked down at her arm, the needle was stuck there and patches were glued to her chest.

"Leia." Her father called, approaching the bedside. He brought a hand to her shoulder, helping her calm down. "It's okay, everything's okay." He spoke.

She took in a deep breath, scooting back to the center of the bed, her right hand gripping the rail still. "What happened?" She asked. "Where am I? Who is she?"

Michael got up and rubbed his eye and ran a hand through his hair, giving his sister a light smile. She looked away from her brother and back to her father. "You took a hit in hockey today. The doctor's going to come in and tell us what's wrong."

"She's a nurse." Michael answered.

Mrs. Fox watched by the entrance. There were too many people near her bed and she couldn't allow her daughter to see her in tears. That was the worst thing for a parent. A parent never wanted their child to see them cry, because that gave a hint to the child that something was wrong. And in this case, Leia did not need anyone giving her signs that something was indeed wrong. It was her, she was the wrong. She was injured and by what the nurse could tell, it was a head injury.

"All right, Leia Fox with a hockey injury." The doctor read off the chart. He entered the bay, shutting the curtains so the bay could have some privacy. With a nurse behind him, he stepped over to the bed. Mr. Fox and Michael on the other side of the bed. "What's a young girl like you doing here?" He asked, taking his seat on the stool he found in the bay. He had his clipboard and a pen in the pocket of his blue scrubs.

"I don't know." She answered.

He nods. "Okay, how old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"What day is it?"

She shrugged, thinking. "Thursday, November something 1997."

"She doesn't really following the dates." Mr. Fox explained.

The doctor wrote everything down and he looked back at her. "Where are you?"

She scoffed. "By the looks of it, a hospital wearing ugly clothes. Why's there no socks on my feet?" She asked, turning to her brother and father.

"They were sweaty and wet from your hockey gear. We had to take them off." The nurse replied.

"Hockey?" She questioned. "The game's in three days." She lied back in the bed, her head still pounding, but she remained calm and answered every question they asked her.

The doctor wrote down everything again. This time, he finished with the questions, he had a conclusion of what he thought about her. With how long she was unconscious and the answers she'd given him, he was quite sure he knew what it was. "All right, is there anything wrong? Are you dizzy, nauseated, confused, head hurt, hear any bells or ringing? Do you remember much?" He continued.

She took in a deep breath. "My head's killing and I heard bells when my parents were in the hall. My eyes are fine and I am not dizzy, nor do I feel like throwing up, but I must use the washroom."

"Mr and Mrs. Fox, may I speak with you in the hall?" As they left the room, she looked over to Michael and stared at him.

"What happened?" She asked, forgetting she had already asked that question.

"Hockey injury." He replied.

In the hallway, Mr. and Mrs. Fox were spoken to. The doctor determined that it could possibly be a concussion and from what he heard and saw, it had to be the case. There no other injuries than this one, she was going to stay in the hospital over night and the next day she would be able to leave. Although, that was going to be what Mr. and Mrs. Fox were going to discuss that night, hopefully when Leia was asleep, that way they did not freak her out and Michael could listen to the conversation as well.

With a pounding head, Leia lied in the middle of her bed, bored as she pressed her eyes shut, lying by herself in the bed.