I Don't Really Know...

Chapter 39: Memories

Bright light….Yet I cannot open my eyes. What is that? I hear muted bustling, someone yelling…

 

“We found her outside…” I hear Jaison’s voice, weaker and higher than usual, someone holding me up with their arms.  I feel limp, absolutely no strength in me.

 

Someone tries to stand me up.  A stabbing pain flashes before my eyes, and I fall, letting out a weep.

 

“It’s her foot, it’s broken.”  I feel someone grabbing me, placing me on...a table?  A stretcher?

 

I start moving, yet I’m still.  I hear wheels on a stone floor.  Hospital?  Why am I here?  I try to raise my hand, only able to move my fingers, until I feel someone grab my hand and squeeze it.  

 

“It’s ok Zoie, you’ll be fine.” I hear Jaison’s voice as I hold his hand tighter, unsure of anything.

 

I feel lightheaded, as if someone took away my brain and stuffed my head with cotton. I hear so many voices...why is this so serious?  Nothing’s wrong with me, nothing.  

 

“Jaison...get me out of here….” I groan, willing my eyes to open.  I can’t persuade my eyes to flutter open, instead they’re glued shut.

 

“We won’t be here for long, don’t wor-” His voice fades away as I slip between consciousness…

 

My grip loosens as I think about how Jaison’s such a bad liar.  

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“Ms. Lasdon, please help!” I cry, grasping my wrist.  My nose runny and cheeks damp, I see Ms. Lasdon rush outside, seeing me lying on the ground beneath the large maple in our backyard.  

 

“Ms. Lasdon, it hurts…” I sob, as she gently caresses my wrist, examining it.  

 

“Here, come on, get in the car, we’ll go to the hospital now.”  She holds my other hand carefully as she leads me to her car, climbing in and speeding towards the Alaska Medical Center.  

 

“Watch out!” She runs over a speed bump, making my wrist jab the window I had rested it on, making me cry out in pain.   She yells out an apology as we pull into the parking lot of the hospital.   I climb out, not letting go of my wrist as we enter the emergency room, along with others with broken limbs or illnesses.  A doctor comes out, with eyes so dark I can’t see his pupils.  

 

“What happened?”  He asks, grabbing my wrist and gently pressing on it with his delicate fingers.

 

“I fell f-from the b-big tree and fe-fell on my wris-wrist…” I rub my nose with my well hand, tears building up at the tear ducts and leaking down my nose and cheeks.

 

“We’ll fix that up real quick, all right?  You’ll be brand new in no time.” His kind voice reassures me, as I settle into my seat in the waiting room and close my  eyes, feeling the cast being wrapped around my arm, feeling drowsy from the excitement and craziness that lead up to this dramatic event.  Ms. Lasdon gently places me in the car, pecking my forehead before starting the drive home.