Suddenly I hear mommy yell and daddy says something I've never heard him say before, but it didn't sound very nice, and daddy has his hand pressed against the middle of the steering wheel, causing our car to make a really loud noise. It happened in slow motion, but it also seemed like time was sped up, before our car got hit from the side. I wasn't sure, but it felt like our car was rolling downhill, then something crashed into my door, shattering the glass next to where I was sitting and making everything slowly fall into blackness.
'One… two… three… four,' I count, but I keep my eyes shut, my body still, as I count the beeps, hearing the faint shuffling of someone quietly walking about the room. 'Five… six… seven… eight," My body aches all over, the feeling of something blowing air into my nose was getting irritating, and there was a stinging spot on the inner side of one of my elbows. The blanket is pulled up closer to my neck, their hand brushes lightly against a bandage there.
I don't remember what happened. I had asked daddy to go on a drive and we got mommy in the car. We were almost to the tippy top of the last hill, I remember thinking that and bouncing in my seat. My next memory is the sensation of rolling and falling, then stopping and pain. I remember getting really sleepy. Daddy and mommy seemed to be sleeping already, so I closed my eyes and let the sleepy feeling take over. Slowly, I open my eyes, and look directly at a dark woman wearing a very white lab coat.
"Hello, sweetie. How are you feeling?" She asks. Her voice was deeper than mommy's, but was still girly sounding. I tried to shrug, but the bandage on my neck stopped me.
"I don't know," I say with a weak voice, it sounded rough, almost like the one time I had a really bad cold and I was losing my voice. "Where's daddy?"
For some reason, the woman with the too white coat frowned. Even her forehead had frowns on it. Daddy's forehead did that when he was thinking too hard, I would always tickle him and tell him to play instead. His forehead frowns disappeared when I did that. Where was he? Or mommy? Were they still sleeping?
"Um, your mommy is hear. She will be here soon to see how you are doing," she then nodded to a short girl with blonde hair. Her eyes were blue and her hair was pulled back. Her forehead had no frowns, but she looked very sad.
"Do you know where my daddy is?" I ask her. I was beginning to feel sleepy again, but I really wanted my daddy. He tries to make my owies feel better and right now my owies were hurting.
"No, I don't. I'm sorry. I'm here to take care of you and keep track of how well you're healing. I'm sure somebody knows where your daddy is." She walks closer to my bed and brushes my hair back. There are spots on my forehead that feel funny when she touches them.
I nod as best as I can. "Mommy will know… will you stay with me until my mommy gets here?"
"Of course, honey. I'll stay right here." I close my eyes again.
