When I woke, I was in a room that was white. White walls, white sheets, even white doors. Through one of these white doors a busty lady enter, wearing white. She opened the white curtains and let sun lick across th fall, casting shadows in its wake. This is when I realized I was in an incubator, in the hospital. This lady was pushing a trolley. She began pushing it towards me.
When she saw my bleary eyes open she uttered a little scream and ran out of the room yelling,
"Doctor Collin, Doctor Collin!"
When she returned, she had a young man with her, also wearing white. Scared and hungry, I cried. I cried even harder as I tore my throat from under-use.
This made Doctor Collin jump. I feel much older than before.
Doctor Collin runs over to me and opens the hatch to the incubator. He places his tender fingers around my body, careful of any tubes and lifts me out. He whispers in my ear,
"Your alive, Rosa. You held on! You are so special. I can't believe it. Your alive!"
Every day Doctor Collin came into the room I stayed in. Every time he did he would hug me and say,
"Your alive! Your so special, you made it!"
And every time I saw him I would curl me pink fingers around his index finger and look up to see him smile down to me.
