Heal My Scars

4. Nurses Aren't Always Sexy!

I woke up staring at a ceiling light. My vision was still a bit blurry. When it came into focus, I turned my head to the right.

"Mom, dad?" I asked, their heads shot up and their eyes lit up.
My mom jumped up and gave me a big hug, "You’re okay! We've been worrying ourselves sick!"

I flinched, "Ouch!" I yelled as she touched my back.
She let go and hovered over me for a moment, "Sorry honey." She said and took her seat.

"Were am I? What happened to that idiot?" I asked readjusting into a sitting position. My face crunched in the pain.

Mom put her hand on mine and said, "You’re in a hospital, you've been out for three days. The doctors said you lost a lot of blood." She said, tears forming in her eyes, "We thought we almost lost you." She continued then burst into tears.

"It's okay mom, I'm fine now." I promised, patting her back. "What about the idiot?"

She looked at me for a moment, "Oh yeah. Jason. He's serving time in prison."

There was silence for a couple of seconds, "He said you stole crack from him." I said lifting an eyebrow.

They looked at each other with wide eyes, "I-I work for the FBI." She said lowering her gaze, "We suspected that he was selling drugs, so we sort of stole some to lure him into a trap. We never thought it'll get this far." She continued looking very guilty.

Then someone came into the room. My parents walked out of the room and we said our goodbyes. The woman that walked into the room was fat, she had a mole on her chin that probably needed it's own heart. She smiled at me, her teeth were pointy and extremely yellow. She looked like a damn shark/person experiment gone wrong.

She took of the bed sheet and flipped me over like a patty, "Ah." I moaned as I landed on my chest. I felt something loosen. She's freaking undressing me! I started to get really, really uneasy. I flinched as she rubbed over my scar. "Ah. What are doing?" I asked her as calmly as possible.

"Cleaning your wounds. Duh." She said rubbing it again. How did I not feel this while I was out?

"Ah. Okay, carry- Ah. -on." After about ten minutes of torture, she went to my leg. And every last second of pain started all over. Then she flipped me back over and I really screamed as I landed on my, now extremely sensitive, back. She attended to my chest, then my leg.

After that she left the room. And that was my schedule for two weeks. Sleep, clean, eat, get visitors, clean, eat, clean, eat, sleep.

Edited by Nicole Marshall