A/N: Hello, hello!
I just want to thank you for deciding to reading this story, which has recently surpassed one hundred-eighty views. That is just so freaking awesome! It means the world to me. And, as well, I apologise for this chapter. It is pretty weak and not fulfilling, but it mainly sets up for later chapters that I have planned, and Jesus do I have a lot to set up for. So, bear with me.
As always, thank you for reading!
A persistently annoying beeping wakes me to blindingly white walls that reflect florescent lighting. A hospital, I immediately recognize.
I lay on a thin mattress, a scratchy blanket tangled around my legs. My hospital gown is bunched up, exposing my underwear. I don’t think much of it, but when a cold breeze from an air conditioning unit shoots up my dress, chilling me instantly, I quickly adjust it. Fully awake and conscious, I look around at my surroundings with more scrutiny.
There is no one with me. The room, a single suite accommodated with a small bathroom to the side and a stiff-looking green chair pushed into the corner, is not decorated. No “get well” cards or balloons are placed on the small table by the chair - only a heart monitor near the head of the bed and various medical electronics on the wall are for décor.
I pull the red cord by my head. A nurse walks in with bright green grubs, a smile plastered to her face that looks sewn on.
“Glad to yer awake, Mizz.…” She pauses to glance at her clipboard. “Mizz Willah.” She says, her smile fades, the product of her realizing that I do not have a last name.
“Why am I here?” I ask, honestly not remembering what circumstances brought me to land in a hospital.
“Ya don remember?” She looks shallowly disturbed, but then brushes it off. “Well, yer found on da side o da road. We don exactly know what caused ya to pass out – malnourishment, dehydration, dat bruise on your temple may suggest brain damage – but since yer expressing symptoms o da t’ree, we treated ya for awl dem. Do ya remember what cause ya to pass out?”
I think with ferocity then remember the horrible migraine – the explosion.
“Yeah. I had a headache.”
“One hell o a headache. Well, ya had a CAT scan – yer doctor was afraid that ya had suffered serious neuro - that's nuerological for short, Mizz - or brain damage. He t’eorized dat dat was either da reason why you fell or yer fall had produced it.” Her stitched smile returns. “Luckily, yer fine, or else we would be in a serious pickle of a problem.”
She walks towards me with a flashlight at hand, pulled from her abdomen pocket. “Now, le’ meh just do a quick check up.” She gently pushes my head up to the ceiling with a freezing hand. I stare at her black-haired head. “Ceiling, please,” she says, turning on the flashlight. I concede.
I am temporary blinded by the white light, my vision blackening. She takes an intake of breath as if startled. Then with resignation and a shake of her head, she sighs. “Whew,” she whispers, then leans back on her fatty thighs. “Not'in’ wrong.”
She walks to the other side of the bed, checking the heart monitor and IV bag, then with a smile and nod of her head, turns to leave.
“How long have I been here?” I call.
“T’ree days. If ya need anything, go t’a da nurses' station, righ' ore dere.” She points her arm to down the hallway, her skin jiggling from the fat. She smiles again, one that does not reach her tired looking eyes, and walks out of room.
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