hollow pulses // hs

11:30 am

airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls.
the walls of hospitals hear more prayers than the walls of churches.

the red haired nurse (who's name was Emma) helped me clean up, get changed, and was now french braiding my hair.

"who's this harry guy?" i asked, closing the magazine i was reading.

"harry styles. he was in the other car of your little accident. his state was a little worse than yours, but he'll be fine." she tied a hair-tie at the end of my hair and stood up from behind me. " you should take a visit to the tv room. its almost lunch so nearly everyone of your age is in there."

i thanked her as she left the room. i got on my crutches and walked to the full-length body mirror that was hung on the bathroom door. my body was covered with bruises and stitches, scrapes and scratches.

emma explained to me that a teacher would come to my room 5 times a week and "homeschool" me.

i took one last long look at myself in the mirror, and finally gathered the courage to walk out of my hospital room. i walked around to the other side of the floor, and saw the clear walls of the tv room. i saw bald heads, skinny bodies, and sincere smiles.

i walked in the room, trying not to draw too much attention to myself. that was very hard of course, considering i had crutches that i still couldnt maneuver too well.

i walked over to the couch that was in the center of the room, and hopped into it. a group of people came over to where i was sitting.

one of them was a boy with a bald head and a bright smile. Chase.

one was a beautiful girl, with her ribs sticking out and legs the size of my wrist. Annabelle.

one was a boy in a wheelchair, about the age of 10, with a big smile and one leg. Brandon.

there was a girl with long curly hair, bright eyes, and bracelets trying to cover the bandages that were wrapped around her arms. Violet.

another was a girl who was attached to a BiPAP. Grace.

i talked with chase, annabelle, brandon, violet, and grace all the way into lunch. we sat at a big circular table, talking about why i was there, where i came from, and everything in-between.

then, a boy with lively green eyes and a head full of curls appeared in the double doors of the lunch room. he had a cast like mine on his leg, a couple of bandages on his head, and an icepack placed on his hand.