I woke up. I was in a hospital room, in one of those old ragged hospital gowns. I was so happy that I was alive even though I didn't see anybody I loved they are next to me it brought tears to my eyes. The doctor walked in
"Lizzie? How are you doing?" He told me
" I feel dizzy and I can't move my legs" I told him scared that he was going to do something to me.
He walked up to the side of my bed, I flinched at the side of him he told me that everything was going to be OK and I was going to be fine and the gunshot wound is already healing but due to my other wounds he was surprised I even made it, there was no infections from the wounds and there was no internal damage. Which was good I guess, he told me that I could go home in two days but the police wanted to have a chat with me about what happened in there.
"I want to see Dylan." I told him
"Ok" he said, he walked out of the room and Dylan walked in. I almost jumped out of the bed but it hurt too much to move, he walked up to the side of the bed and gave me a big hug I felt so safe in his arms and I knew he wasn't going to hurt me.
"Are you ok?" He asked me
"Yes I'm fine, I'm just glad you weren't hurt." I told him with tears in my eyes
They ended up giving me Benadryl to help fall asleep. After two days I was released from the hospital the police have asked me questions but I have not felt too comfortable to open up to them about what happened the only person I told so far about what happened was Dylan. When I got to my bedroom I laid on my bed and just stared at the ceiling Dylan cuddled up next to me and he held me and that is my story.
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The Kidnapping
Short StoryIt was just a normal day for Lizzie, but little did she know her whole life was about to change.
