B. L. A. C. K.

Taking it all in

            ***Tammi P.O.V.***

     "Keep on going , you can do it." My physical therapist cheered me on.

  I held onto the railings on either side of me as I began to take my steps. It was hard but I was getting better and better everyday. It has been three weeks since I had woken up. July 17th I woke up completely in shock.

      I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. I look around and feel a pain in my neck.

  Beep. Beep. Beep.

I'm in the hospital. But why?? I cannot remember a thing. I hear the constant beeping of the machine near me.

  I look down to see a blanket on me with needles going into my arms. I panic. My heart starts to beat faster and faster causing nurses to run into my room.

  "Wh-why am  I here, what happened? "I say. My voice is so raspy it's unrecognizable.

"Honey relax. Breathe slow , you're in the hospital. You had just woken up from a coma. It's a miracle after 4 years those gorgeous eyes of yours had opened. " The white lady in front of me said.

  4 years?!

I made it across the the room just fine , that same white nurse , nurse Elizabeth , cheered me on. She was a very sweet older white woman. She told me that she looked after me for two years now once she started working here.

   She said a lot of the nurses tend to not care about the people in comas. She said she made it her duty to make sure I was taken care of. She kept my fingernails and toenails trimmed, and made sure my skin was well moisturized. She said she didn't know how to take care of my wild curls but she tried her best. I was grateful tho.

  When I went into the coma I guess they took out my weave. Leaving my hair in a wild mess.  For four years my hair was long and thick now , just a pile of messiness.

   Last week I asked her if my mom had came and visit. She informed me that my mom had passed shortly after I was admitted to the hospital. She also told me no one has been here to visit in years.

  Where was all my friends? Breezy?

It was a lot to take in. The sadness of my mom dying and me not being there strived for me to get better quicker. Everyday I was in physical therapy prepared to get better.

  "Thank you Elizabeth. I'm appreciative of you." I said as I slowly walked towards her. She gave me a hug and smiled.

  "You know they're saying if you are ready to leave tomorrow you can." She pulled apart from our hug and looked at me.

   I had nowhere to go.

"Everything alright dear ?" She asked noticing my saddened face.

"Yes I'm ready to leave , I will miss you tho. You did everything for me. " I said.

  "Oh stop it sweetie pie , you are 21 and thank God he isn't done with you just yet. You got a life to live , now go on and live it baby." She patted my back softly and I stood there looking out the window.

  She was right. I need to get myself back together. I'm just scared to go out there and find out that all my friends died and I'm the only survivor. Please don't let that be the outcome.

I look down on my left side and Lyft my shirt. I feel the scar and knew that some shit went down. I wonder what it was.

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The next morning I was brushing my teeth. I threw my hair in a bun and was prepared to go. The hospital gave me some shorts and tee shirt with flip flops.