I'll see you later

"Why didn't you call and say she was awake?!" He's not happy and he seems pissed.

"You never told me to call if she woke up," I defend myself, "just if she flatlined! Besides, I didn't want to freak you out. She just woke up too."

He sighs in frustration saying, "It's fine, I didn't mean to go off." He breathes in and out a few deep breaths, calming himself. "Let's just get you in bed, it's getting late. The police are investigating the crash, they don't think it was an accident. They most likely won't question her now, but tomorrow. We still need to run a few things with her. And you," Now he's not only looking but talking to me, "you need to eat and get some energy. It's not getting too late, but we heard you're friends with Sam. She woke up last night, but might not be able to digest food until morning, so you'll see her at breakfast."

"Wait," I take in all the information, practically just hearing one important thing. "Sam's awake?!"

"Yes," He walks towards me, grabbing the handles on my wheelchair, "but you can't see her right now. She might be awake, but she still needs to rest. You can see her tomorrow."

I sigh sadly, "Ok then," and wave to Laureen. "Bye, see you later."

"Bye," She waves back, "see you."

I'm pushed out of her room and we go back in my room. I'm helped back into my bed and I lay back, seeking comfort from it. It's warmer than I remember, but it feels nice. I feel so tired, but I've done almost nothing today. I'm pretty sure I've slept more than I realized, but not enough to get an IV in. I'm in a wheelchair only because rest isn't being stressed enough to them. My legs do hurt though, but I'm not going to admit that in front of them. Well, I guess it doesn't matter that much. Oh well.

I'm given mashed potatoes and gravy with a side of corn and milk, and I eat that shit up. I'm so hungry, but why? Then I remembered that I haven't eaten anything at all these past couples of days. That might be why the crash affected me so much physically, I wasn't even hit. I was close to the crash, but I was a few feet away. Some of the debris probably was shot into me. That would explain all the bandaids. I fell, so that probably wasn't the best for me.

The nurse takes away my empty tray and just leaves. I'm feeling tired, so I might go to bed soon. I still can't wrap this around my head. I'm in the hospital being treated after the girl I like got into a crash right in front of me and I was too close. I just so happenly didn't eat anything for a couple of days so I was affected more than I should've been. I got into a fight with Mom the night before, so she didn't even bother visiting me. I doubt she will. What a load of bullshit.

The nurse comes in and I confirm I'm going to bed. The light's turned off and I lay back, adjusting how I lay. I'm left with my thoughts, my enemy within the walls of myself. What a time to be alive. All I can do is hope for others, but sleep is important for me. I should do that, I need the rest according to everyone else. I close my eyes. I'll see Sam and Laureen tomorrow. That's all I can look forward to. I drift off to sleep.