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life is short part 1

Ariana POV
I wake up and the sudden bright light that I encountered made my eyes shut back again. A few more minutes, I tried to open them again, looking around everywhere this place wasn't so familiar. A surrounding that doesn't seem like my room, or any part of my house really. But one thing for sure that I'm familiar with, was the people surrounding me. There was on thing in common that they had, they all had worried looks plastered on their faces. I tried moving but parts of my body ached. That was when I started to realize the headache i had. Wait- what happend???

I tried raising my hand in attempt to rub my temple. And that was when I realized something attached to my hand. "Holy sh!t I-" I mumble, but it was loud enough for them to hear. "Oh my God, Ariana," My mom gasped, standing up from the chair beside me that was on my right. "ARI!" Frankie shots up, only for me to noticed that he had gripped my left hand that was free. "W-what happened?" I mumbled, the headache still there. "Ariana!" It was Courtney this time who exclaimed. "Wait here, I'll go get the doctor," said my mom before leaving off to somewhere. "W-why a-am I he-here?" I tried to talk, but my troat seemed too dry that it hurt to. A minute or two later, mom came back and what seemed to be a middle aged doctor was behind her.

She was a bit tall, not too tall though. Maybe because it was the heels, but that was the height that i would've wanted. She had fiery, curly red hair that was pinned back in a bun. She had olive skin and had her things with her. She walked over to where I was, looking up from the stack of files she held in her hand. A smiles forms up on her face, along with her green eyes, glad to see me finally awake now. "Oh, Ariana, glad you're finally awake," she smiled at me. I wanted to give the same smile back, but I felt too weak to even do so. I end up with a sigh. "Dr. Josie Dawson, but call me, Josie." She smiled, I simply nodded.

"W-why am I-I h-here?" I forced out a mumble, it was still hard to even talk. As my throat felt dry as a desert. "Oh here's some water, I figured out that you'd be wanting this by the tone of your voice," Josie pulled out a bottle of water, takes the cap off and helps me with drinking a bit. "Just only little bit," she said and once a drop of water made it a bit better. But I was way too tirsty. "Woah, slow down, Ariana," Josie said and I did as what she told. A few minutes later, I ended up drinking half the bottle. I figured out that that would be enough. I wiped my mouth, with the fist of my free left hand without the IV. Once after, I still remained confused. Why and what am I doing in a hospital??!

"Why am I here?" I mumble a bit, it seemed a bit rude in all honesty, but I hated it here for some particular reasons. "Well, mind asking but how are you feeling?" asked Josie looking up to me. Yeah, I asked a question, and you throw a question right back at me, what a great respond. "Like shit," I mumble under my breath. Just then, my mom decided to ask a question herself too. "So what's wrong with Ariana?" asked my mom, very worried. The same expression applied with Courtney and Frankie. "W-what?! I'm perfectly fine!" I suddenly spit out, all eyes were back on me now, striking glares. "Ariana," my mom sighs, I look down, meeting the white hospital blanket I was wrapped in. "I found you there on the bathroom floor. Crying. And-" She was gonna continue, but I felt bile rising up at the back of my thoart, making me cover my hand over my mouth. Making Josie grab the bucket underneath the hospital bed at my action. She hands it over to me, just in time as I let it all out. Frankie came over to my side, rubbing circles around my back.

Once after done, Frankie puts it back down. Josie hands me the bottle of water back, drinking the remaining amout of water that was left. "Okay so it appears that Ariana has hypoglycemia." Josie said, earning a gasps from Courtney. Mom was shaking her head like she was disappointed somehow, Frankie looked down. I remained unbothered really, I only one thing in mind. One person. And one person only.

Mikey.

I looked around everywhere, it wasn't as bad now as I first thought it would be. Josie remained talking about my condition, I didn't care to listen to any of what she said. "So it appears that her blood sugar became really low. So assuming she hasn't been eating lately and as you've said, she'd been throwing up a lot and we're still figuring out with that as well..." I turned my head, noticing these beautifully drawn portraits on the wall. The closest one by my bed on the right appears to be a realistic looking rose. It looked to be really old, but in a good way as it was framed. On the other side, there's a portrait of a ship instead. With a squint, I tried to make out what kind of ship it was as it looked a bit familiar. After figuring it out a while, it looked to be like the Titanic. "So as you said, she passed out right...That's very possible in her condition along with the nausea. But all Ariana really needs to do is try and eat atleast..She's gonna be aloud to go home in a few days if she actually does..." I just rolled my eyes at what Josie said. All and all, she seemed like a really nice doctor, she also had a look that's for sure. .