I felt sore and tired and I still had a really bad headache. My eyes were staring at the pale white ceiling of the room. I was lying on a bed with ugly dark blue blankets covering me. The room was quiet, except for the air condition that made a rumbling sound. Then the door opened and a man around the age of thirty came through.
"Helga! You're awake!" cried a man. Then he started sobbing hysterically saying something I couldn't make out.
All the words he was saying gave me a throbbing headache. I had to speak, "Uh, yeah. Um, where am I?" I asked. The man stopped crying and then he tried to straighten up.
He took a deep breath then spoke, "You're in the hospital. You lost a lot of blood before I found you on the playground," The man looked into my eyes then spoke, "Helga, do you remember what happened on the playground?" I did, but not much.
"I vaguely remembered hitting a blond hair girl, but I do not know who she is. I'm sorry." I looked towards the opened window, avoiding the man's face. I was in the hospital, yet I don't even know how I was hurt.
"Oh, dear. Helga, don't be sorry. You'll remember what happened soon. I'll go tell the doctor you're awake. I'll be right back in a moment Helga." Then he started to walk out of the room.
"Um, I have a question," I whispered, but loud enough so that I was heard. The man turned around. Then he waited for me to ask, "Excuse me, um, can you tell me why do you keep calling me Helga?" His eyes widen. Apparently he was in deep shock with the question, because shock and sadness came through his eyes the moment I finished speaking.
"Oh, dear," he whispered.
"Helga! You're awake!" cried a man. Then he started sobbing hysterically saying something I couldn't make out.
All the words he was saying gave me a throbbing headache. I had to speak, "Uh, yeah. Um, where am I?" I asked. The man stopped crying and then he tried to straighten up.
He took a deep breath then spoke, "You're in the hospital. You lost a lot of blood before I found you on the playground," The man looked into my eyes then spoke, "Helga, do you remember what happened on the playground?" I did, but not much.
"I vaguely remembered hitting a blond hair girl, but I do not know who she is. I'm sorry." I looked towards the opened window, avoiding the man's face. I was in the hospital, yet I don't even know how I was hurt.
"Oh, dear. Helga, don't be sorry. You'll remember what happened soon. I'll go tell the doctor you're awake. I'll be right back in a moment Helga." Then he started to walk out of the room.
"Um, I have a question," I whispered, but loud enough so that I was heard. The man turned around. Then he waited for me to ask, "Excuse me, um, can you tell me why do you keep calling me Helga?" His eyes widen. Apparently he was in deep shock with the question, because shock and sadness came through his eyes the moment I finished speaking.
"Oh, dear," he whispered.
