Numb

Chapter 27

AN- Heh, it's still Saturday night where I am, so TECHNICALLY, I am on time, ish...I'm trying, this is one of the harder parts to write, especially when you have to keep personal and fictional separate. Anyway, just figured I'd let people know it's going to be a bit dark for a while. I'll try to add in a bit more light stuff, but that just isn't how this story is panning out. Anyway, thank you guys for 4 thousand reads, I really do appreciate it.

Christina's POV (starts right after they go in hallway)

I pace back and forth, worrying about all the things that could possibly go wrong. What if she has brain damage? What if she doesn't remember anything? What if she is so upset that they have to sedate her again? Just how panicked will she be when she wakes up tied down? She always hated being held down as a kid, she had a panic attack when the boys would try to pile on top of her, because she hated that she couldn't move.

What if she is mad at us? Or what if she hates us? We didn't even see that she was hurting, we are her family, we should've been able to get her help!

I brush Amy off, and watch her stand beside Katherine, clutching her hand and closing her eyes.

That's when I hear a bit of a commotion behind the door. I try to listen closer, but all I can hear is some indistinguishable talking. Then I hear sobs, and my heart breaks. I just know it's Lisa, and the relief that she is finally awake is outweighed by the painful sounds she is making. I can hear what must be her fighting against the restraints, then quiet. I turn around and slump against the wall, sliding down and putting my head in my hands.

Lisa's POV

This stupid psych doctor won't leave me alone. I think it would be pretty obvious I don't want to communicate with her by me turning my head away and closing my eyes, but she just keeps talking. I open my eyes a little, and see one of the nurses escort Mom out of the room. The nurse was saying something about doctor patient confidentiality. I guess that she can't be in here when this Dr. Hannah chick talks to me. Or at me, since I can't even speak correctly. Dr. Wesley walks up to the other side of my bed, and gives my a sympathetic look.

"I think that we should be able to get you talking by tonight, the swelling near your vocal cords is just compressing them too much. We are getting some anti-inflammatory meds in you, and we are going to try icing the outside a bit. It won't be very comfortable, but it should work. Now, while you can't talk you can still nod yes or no. Dr. Richards here will be asking you some questions, please keep in mind that you can tell us anything, and we cannot tell anyone, except the appropriate medical services, what you tell us. Including your family, if you do not wish them to know. All I want you to do is be honest, can you do that?" Dr. Wesley says.

I wait a second, and finally nod, even if reluctantly.

Dr. Richards starts talking now, "Alright Lisa, I want you to know that I am not your enemy. My sole purpose is to help YOU. Now, there is a few things I need to ask. Please try to answer honestly."

I roll my eyes and nod again.

She continues, "Have you attempted to kill yourself at any time before this specific instance?"

I recoil a bit, not expecting her to be that blunt, but hesitantly shake my head no.  She nods and writes something down on her clipboard.

"We know that you have self-harmed, but we do not know how long. Have you been self-harming for more than one month?"

I hesitate, and think about lying, but sigh and nod. There is no point, it doesn't matter I guess.

"Okay, how about more than three months?"

I think a bit, how long has it really been? I try to remember, but my memory is foggy. Days tend to blur together when you don't get out of bed. I finally shrug, trying to convey that I didn't know. She seems to get it, and just nods again. "Okay Lisa, we will talk about that later then, see if you can figure that out for us. Last question for right now, do you want to allow any visitors in today? There is quite a few that want to see you."

I sigh and close my eyes for a second. I didn't even think about the rest of my family being here. Didn't believe they cared enough I guess...I finally nod, figuring that Lauren would be quite mad if I didn't let her get a chance to lecture me on my stupid decision.

Dr. Westley then steps in, "Alrighty then, I'm going to give you a quick rundown of what's going on. You have sustained some serious injuries to your throat, and are quite lucky that your spine and brain stem did not suffer any damage. We are a bit worried about the lack of oxygen your brain got for a short period of time, but you have not shown any signs of brain damage. We have bandaged all of your cuts, and have some antibiotics in you, as a few of them were infected. Over the next few days, you will be transferred to the psych ward for a 72 hour evaluation, depending on those results you may be either released, committed, or even sent to an alternate location. I don't want you to worry about that though, we are only here to help, and we have no intention of sticking you somewhere unnecessarily. You will meet with Dr. Richards here a bit, and figure out any medications or therapy plans needed. In the meantime, we could send your family in if you want?"

I blink at the amount of information I just got. This Dr. Wesley person really can say a lot in one breathe.
I slowly nod to indicate that they can let my family in, despite feeling quite apprehensive about it. It can't be that bad, right?