LIPS
I opened my eyes to a white room. The lights were bright, the curtains were a dull khaki color and pulled tightly together to block any natural light from coming in. I jumped with a start. This place was unfamiliar. It was dark and drab. It was not my home.
I sat up carefully, slowly. I was in a hospital bed. The room had two maroon colored chairs and a recliner. The TV on the wall mount was turned to World News and I could see that it was half past six. I wasn't sure if it was day or night.
"Kat." he jumped up from a recliner that had been tucked on the other side of the bed, next to machines that were pumping and beeping along.
I tried to say "Mac" but my mouth was dry and the words were stuck.
"Sh. It's OK. Your at the Mercy Medical hospital. I am sorry. I didn't know what else to do. You were in a coma, Kat. You would not open your eyes or talk. You were barely breathing."
"Wa...it.. Wh....a...t?" The words he said were swimming in my head. I tried to get the words to come from my lips, clear but my voice was still somewhere else. He held up a cup with water and asked me to drink, holding the cup to my dry lips. "I was in a coma" I was finally able to say.
"Yes."
"For how long?"
"Kat, it's been a week."
I grabbed at my head, which was now swirling. There was a bandage a crossed my forehead.
"You had a small operation. It's OK Kat. The doctors think you hit your head when you were getting ready. There was a lot of blood, but they say there generally there is with a head wound."
"What. I hit my head? What the hell happened?" I demanded. Everything hurt. I ached from my head to my toes. I was trying to remember, but this just brought on more pain.
Before Mac could answer, a doctor was coming into my room. His accent was thick, almost unreadable. I tried to follow as he gave me a breakdown of what had happened, the procedures I had undergone and the state of my coma.
I was told that I would have to stay overnight for monitoring. Mac looked ragged. I grabbed his hand, held it tight and watched a little bit of stress lift from his strong shoulders.
"Mac, thank you." I said as tears fell from my bagged eyes.
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I am going to keep this short.
~Kel
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