No More Games

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Sasha's Point Of View

When I awakened, I found myself in a hospital room. 

It's as though I took the longest nap and oddly, I felt unbelievably drained. My body felt sore and tired.

It seemed like I was in this large hospital room alone until I turned my head to my left to find Michael sitting there watching the tv up on the wall.

I just stared at him.

His eyes were bloodshot red and looked as if he hadn't slept in days. Either that or he'd been crying for days. He looked horrible but my heart was happy that he was here. I then remembered the comment I made to him concerning his paternity of the twins.

I prepared myself to call on his name when I realize I'm unable to talk. I had this big ass tube down my throat.

"Nnggh," I managed to groan, ironically sounding like one of the zombies from Thriller.

Immediately, Michael is startled out of his chair. He rushed over to me with this look in his eyes that I'll never forget. You'd think I was some reincarnated spirit the way he was looking at me. "Jesus," he said in a whisper before screaming out for the nearest doctor. "She's up! She's up!"

In seconds, several doctors and nurses came rushing in.

I was being asked all sorts of questions and being touched everywhere when all I wanted to do was get up and give Michael the biggest hug and tell him how sorry I was.

As they stuck needles in and out of my arm and rechecked my vitals, I looked over at Michael who was on the phone talking to someone. I heard him name drop Lauren, so I assume he was talking to her. He had a smile on his face but it wasn't his usual bright smile. There was something missing.

"Miss Campbell, can you follow this light for me?" This tall female Doctor flashed a bright flashlight pen in my eyes, making me squint. "Ok," she clicked it off, "I'm going to remove this tube from your mouth. I'm going to need you to stay really still for me for a couple seconds while I pull it out." She gently pulled away the tape from both sides of my face and told me to take a deep breath. "On the count of three, I want you to exhale for me. One...two..."

On the third count, I exhaled as she smoothly pulled out the tube. I grimaced and rubbed my neck from the discomfort then immediately tried to talk. "Michael," I looked over at him. I was able to talk but my voice was barely there. It was all raspy and disgusting.

"Baby," Michael came over to me, instantly taking my hand in his, "you scared me half to death. You know that, girl?"

I couldn't help the tears that fell from my eyes as I stared at him. "Michael I'm so sorry for what I said to—"

"Sshh," he shook his head and rubbed my arm. "I need you to not worry about that right now. Ok?"

I began to feel drowsy again, as though I was going back into a state of unconsciousness. It must've been obvious to the doctor that I was falling asleep because before I knew it, she shot me with some kind of drug from this huge syringe, instantly making me feel awake.

"You're going to feel like your heart is racing," the doctor said as she removed her gloves, "so, don't feel scared. It's simply just a lot of adrenaline. We want to make sure you stay awake for twelve straight hours."

I nodded then looked at Michael again. He was all I was worried about. He looked so stressed and it was breaking my heart to see him that way. And I knew it was all my fault. I just needed him to know how much I regretted saying what I said. "Michael, I'm sorry for today," I managed to say before he stopped me. "Today was supposed to be about us celebrating Christmas together."