18 In The Hospital { 1 }

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I woke up from the pain in my head. I felt like someone was banging a hammer on my head and someone was spinning the bed. I opened my eyes and everything was blurry around me.

I heard beeping and small chattering. When everything was clear, I looked around me. Where am I?

"Jennifer, you are awake!" a lady said.

I stared at her before I recognized she was Mrs. George.

Then, a hand squeezed my hand. I looked at the person who squeezed my hand. It was Ryan.

"How do you feel?" Mrs. George asked me.

I turned back to her and opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

She snapped her finger and a maid came in bringing a cup of water. She hold it on my lips and I hungrily drank water like i was thirty from years.

Then, she asked again, "How do you feel now, honey?"

I forced my voice out and said, "My head hurts." I put my hands on my head and it was hurting like crazy. I was feeling dizzy too.

"Oh, you got stitches on your head, do you remember?" Mrs. George said.

I pushed my eyebrows together.

"Do you remember anything from last week?" Ryan asked and squeezed my hand. I pulled my hands away and said, "Last week?"

"Yeah?"

"No, what happened?" I asked.

I tried hard to remember what happened last week. Ryan looked at Mrs. George.

I tilted my head and thought even harder, trying to ignore the hammering pain. Then, everything came back to my mind like a fresh incident happened just now. I shivered by the thought of that incident.

"That was last week?" I asked.

"Yeah." Ryan said caressing my head.

Then I asked, "Where am I?"

"We are in the city's best hospital." Mrs. George said and grinned.

"Does my family know about this?" I blurted.

Mrs. George frowned and said, "No,"

My parents probably think I am perfectly fine, right now.

I shook my head, 'Why would I be thinking about them, when they made me do this?'

"Can I be excused, I am very tired and want to rest." I asked.

"Sure honey," Mrs. George said right away and she walked to the door.

"Sleep tight. Ring the bell if you need me." she said and walked out the door.

I stared at the ceiling blinking in the blank space. 'Why wouldn't the pain go away?' I muttered to myself.

I massaged my temple, but it was on no use. I laid there on the bed, just staring at the ceiling before my eyelids dropped.