Hemmings 1996

~stable?~

"Is she stable?" I heard a male voice ask.

"Right on the line. A little rocky but almost there." I heard the authority in her voice. 

I forcefully pulled my eye lids open. I looked to my left to see a nurse standing by the beeping monitor and to my right to see a tall, handsome, doctor writing something on a clipboard. I looked at the back of it and read the name tag.

"Heather Matterson, 18" I realized then, I'm the one in the hospital bed. 

I looked down to my hands and saw my left arms tapped up with needles entering my skin. It made it hard to move my arm without pain. It was an image I had seen one to many times as a kid. 

I looked in the direction of my right arm. 

"Holy shit." I just managed to get out. My voice was raspy and my right arm was in cased in a cast. 

"'The doctor looked up at me and I immediately felt as if I knew i looked good. "Heather stop, you have a boyfriend." I said to myself in my head. The idea of Luke made me ask,"Where's Luke?"

"Oh, Heather. He's still here at the hospital but your in the ICU and he's on a floor or two up." He smiled down at me. I instantly felt anger. 

"Can I see him?" I asked still with a hoarse voice. 

"No." He stated without looking up from his papers. I felt offended by the doctor not giving me a time of day to even discuss my condition. 

"Why am I here?" 

"You blacked out in the hallway. you were having an anxiety attack which caused you to breath at a fast pace which didn't allow you to get enough air in each breath. You fell back and landed on your arm, so it's broken. You had a major concussion and we need to get you down for a cat scan to see if you're alright." Without another word, the sides on my bed were popped up by the nurse, and I was being rolled out the door. 

I laid back onto the mountain of pillows and closed my eyes. Sure i had surgery before, but I've never been inside a huge machine for over three hours. 

It was all too much stress. I liked things simple. 

We soon arrived at the sliding glass doors leading into the dark room with the huge figure bolted in the corner.

"So, are there any medical conditions we should know about?" the doctor directed my attention to him. 

"Uh, no."

"Any screws, plates, or pins?" Well you guessed it.

"Yes, I have a single screw in my right ankle." 

the doctor looked up with a tired expression."We need to remove it. When was the surgery?"

"June 2nd, 2014." He instructed the nurses to go and prepare me for surgery.

"Wait, why does it need to come out?" I asked. I didn't understand this very well.

"It could ruin the machine. Besides, you'll be okay after the surgery. Just no running or contact sports for a month or two." He smiled down at me. I could see bags under his eyes. 

"I'm going to go scrub up,Stacy, get Mrs.Matterson ready please." I laughed at the nurses name. (CUZ YOU KNOW STACY'S MOM HAS GOT IT GOIN ON.) 

I was put into a familiar gown. I know these too well.

I got dressed and ready as i got carted into the OR.The last time I was in an OR, I was in a split going from my toes to my mid-thigh. I was twelve and shaking. That's when I had a soccer career and had a chance. 

"Okay sweetheart."The nurse coaxed me out of the bed I was once in to the OR table. (OR means operating room btw) 

I heard the familiar hiss of the anesthesia machine. I watched as the mask was placed over my mouth and nose. I looked up at the light that was shining on my right ankle. I remembered this scene all too well. I looked back up at the ceiling once more before drifting into a daze. Here goes another surgery.