I Dreamt of Hope

Chapter 6

My arm that had been crushed earlier was also being poked by something. It's like I was trapped inside my own body but unable to move anything not even my mouth to cry out as they clearly were stitching my arm up. Whoever was out there didn't care about the noise they had a steady hand, I wanted to twitch as the needle pierced my skin digging a little too deep. I could feel the covering over my face start to get wet, I thought at first perhaps I was sweating but to my own surprise, it was my own tears. I was crying. Not only that but my chest started to rise and fall as if my breathing was matching my tears. My mouth slowly parted a bit so I could gasp. The needle stopped poking my skin. 

"You're awake?" A young voice asked.

 I wanted to respond but it felt like I had forgotten how to speak. Fortunately, my breath seemed to speak for me.

 "I'm putting stitches in your arm so the bleeding will stop, do you want me to continue?" 

Someone actually wanted my opinion, and I couldn't even see who it was. Weighing my options, my mind said yes. That yes seemed so loud ringing through my head, as I realized I had spoken it out loud. There was a short hesitance before I felt that sharp feeling once more piercing my arm. A small faded smile crept on my face as that yes continued to ring and ring on and on for what seemed like forever, but at least I knew now I could speak.

I sat there for minutes with the same needle stabbing my flesh. I laid my head back just to be stopped by a hand. 

"Yeah, let's not put your head back just yet," he said.

 I was kind of confused as to why I couldn't rest my head until he tightened the last stitch and cut the string. 

"How are you feeling?" He asked. 

My adrenalin spiked as I wanted to speak once again. I opened my mouth to speak but I was cut off by another voice, that same course voice I heard when I woke up.

 "Cut to it, when will she be ready?" He asked.

 Obviously he thought I was unconscious. 

"Well I just finished her arm, I haven't even got started on her head quite yet, plus she'll need recovering time and-" the softer voice defended me.

 "Spare me the medical crap, I'll pick her up tonight," he pretty much demanded.

 I could tell the younger man wanted to speak up but didn't... Thankfully. I listened as the footsteps leaving the room. The younger man sighed then asked me, 

"You still hanging in there?" Once again I opened my mouth.

 "I'm here." "You heard he wants you gone by tonight, I still have to put some stitches in your head," he said. 

I thought about it for a moment. "Just do it," I told him.