Chapter two

I've never felt anything like this. I just moved one finger and I felt that I just changed the world.

I had a hard time breathing when the monitor went off I knew that I was out of time. I had to fight. I still can't speak or open my eyes, but I'm breathing on my own. You could hear the doctors and nurses run in and out of my room.

There was sobbing and gasps when the monitor went dead and then started beeping again. I felt like a weight was lifted off of me and that I was much lighter.

I can feel if someone touch me now.

No one saw me move my fingers but I could feel it. It's quiet again. The last I heard if I don't respond in another way they'll literally kill me with medication.

Do they know this is no easy job to do? They just cut into a persons life and save them. Not all of them but most of them, but do they know how it feels to be in my position.

Ever since I breathed on my own the nurses and doctors call me a medical mystery. It's no mystery to me. I know exactly what happened. I chose to live. I chose life over death. Now it's up to my body to build up strength.

"How is she doing doctor?" She asks the doctor again. I think it's only been a day or two and it's probably the tenth time I have heard that. There has been done bets on me. If I'm going to live or die.

These nurses and doctors are betting on my life and I'm suing if I ever wake up. Then I can bet it they keep their jobs or loose it. I'm still deciding if I want to keep fighting.

The people that I want to hear haven't been in this room since that day. I guess I can't blame them. It hurts to think they already gave up on me already. Thinking of it make me so mad that only that thought alone make me want to stand up from this hospital bed and go strangle them.

"Jeanine call the doctor inside! Now!" I don't like this doctor he bossy and I picture him as an 60 year old, single and a grumpy face since his wife left him.

I usually do this to keep my mind busy. I imagine things that's probably not true and most of the things I imagine probably doesn't even exist. My mind never truly shuts down it's tiring. I'm always thinking and imagining things.

I've learned to separate most of the people's voices but some of them difficult. "Yes doctor Dean." I hear Jeanine say. Seriously his name is Dean? Probably a bold old dude.

Being locked in your own mind is tiring and you get the bad habit of judging and imagining things. I think I'd be the best judge ever.

Jeanine is actually a college student that's studying to be a nurse they gave me to her, guess they thought that she wouldn't be able to kill a person that's practically already dead.

I imagine her as this really short smart girl with a sassy attitude that has brown hair that she dyed black and she always keeps it in a bun. She and doctor Justin is my favorite. I just know those two will end up together.

They hate each others guts but I can feel the sparks thats in the room if they in here together. I almost feel like a third wheel in my own hospital room.

Doctor Justin I imagine as an handsome doctor who is obsessed with his work just like Jeanine. I imagine him always neat and clean.

"Yes doctor Dean?" I hear doctor Justin. I know his and Jeanine's voice so well.

"She clenched her fist, run test and let nurse Jeanine help you, she could use some more learning." Doctor Boldly, I mean Dean says.

I want to roll my eyes at him and curse him. I felt so mad that I heard my heart monitor beep faster. "She's seizing! Code blue!" Jeanine and Justin shouts out at the same time. Their so focused on me that they don't realize it.

"Put her on her side an get the paddles." I hear shouts. Their so loud I just want peace now but my body is shaking like crazy.

I try to still it but it doesn't work. Suddenly it's quiet. I can't hear anything not my own heartbeat or anything. It's just quiet.