Letters of Unconciousness

3rd Hour

~ Gabriella ~

To Nate,

The day I am writing this is New Year's Eve. A week since I wrote the first letter, one week until the surgery, four days until the dinner with your parents, one day until I have successfully made it to the New Year and two hours until I leave to celebrate that feet with you. What a busy life I seem to have. But I've decided to write to you instead of getting ready to be with you. We'll see if this choice pays off hey. This letter is for the third hour of unconsciousness. You better be reading this at 1.00pm or I will hunt you down in human or another form. Prewarning given.

In my previous letter I wrote to you about things I know I have still not have the guts to tell you yet. I'm still afraid. I hope you understand. It's not that you're scary or frightening although sometimes you can be intimidating. But that's why our friendship is never boring. You intimidate me and I annoy you as a way to cope with it. So before I get into anything I should probably tell you what will be going on right now. There are two options.

Option A - I have been moved from the operating theatre or the surgery. I am currently in ICU with a breathing aid and more than 16 stitches. So I think that puts me ahead of you in the amount of stitches race. My total is now brought to 54 considering that 16 is the minimum. That crushes your 53 stitches. Don't worry trouble I won't love you any less. If I am in ICU this also means it has either again taken one of two options, it has gone perfectly and nothing else inside of me needs fixing at its current point. Or the surgery is deemed too risky and they had to abort mission to ensure my life was saved. If this has occurred they will ensure to keep me in ICU as long as possible keeping tabs on me constantly. They won't let me slip away or have anything happen. When I wake it will be routine as usual with either of these options until the results are in. My fingers are crossed metaphorically at this point that I am out with flying colours and everything went to plan. Because that means I can go back to the me I was 16017 months ago. The one you were originally friends with.

However there is always...

Option B - Inside this there is also two options sadly. It either went very well and they are fixing something else. Or the initial surgery has taken longer than expected with a few complications. So if it went very well I would have most likely been stitched up by now after they had tested the inserted thing. When they knew that everything was fine in that perspective they would have moved on. Checking stitches or previous operating points. As well as my vital organs for any changes. I believe it is better for them to do it now knowing I won't wake up for a while. Then having to put me under another time. Why not kill two birds with one stone. If anything needs fixing the will fix it and alter it and do the best they possibly can. However. If they are still working on the surgery it's not a good sign. It means my body has refused the inserted chemical or whatever it is. If my body has done so they will need to take more time to make it work. Knowing my body I think this is the most likely outcome however my fingers are crossed for Option A1.

I made my family promise that any news they received would be relayed to you immediately. If you are in the hospital with them, then that's easy. If not believe my sister will text you or call you. If you haven't heard anything from them by the four hour mark I suggest you call. Please call. Even if they have heard nothing please comfort them with your voice or the knowledge you are feeling the same.

You just text me, 'We sweet for tonight gorgeous?' Hmm... What should I reply. If you haven't already figured it out or remembered I'm on some painkillers. So my head is a little light and according to my Dad I'm higher than usual. It should die down by the time you get to me. Fingers crossed. Feeling like I have ADHD can't have you needing to look after me like a five year old on New Year's Eve. Writing this letter is helping because my brain is constantly thinking. I'm also swinging my legs under the chair and moving my head to the beat of the music. You know the way I do even when I'm not high and you curl over in laughter at me. I'm surprised you're even taking me out in public. How high are you??