Waking Up

When I awoke, my broken arm was splinted and blood had bled through the think white bandage binding it so it was secured.

I could hear a man talking to someone, a nurse perhaps, he was saying that I would have to stay in the infirmary for a few days before full recovery…then he went on to say that my mother had fatal injuries and died on the scene of the crash.

I knew I should be upset but after losing one parent, one becomes slightly immune to the sadness and loss of a loved one, especially after what I had done. I knew mother was in a better place, a place where she and father could rest in peace and wait for my arrival.

I coughed slightly as if to notify them that I was awake. The nurse jumped out of surprise, she walked over to my bedside and felt my forehead. She smiled when she noticed that I had no fever and that I was alive and almost well.

"How do you feel sweetie?"

The young nurse asked me gently. I hesitated, trying to find the right words,

"Better."

I said quietly.

"I'm sorry about your mum dear."

She said, she truly sounded concerned.

"It's okay, I know she and my father are together and happy."

I said as I smiled weakly.

"That's a lovely way to think of it dear,"

She said, smiling at me,

"I'll go get you something to eat."

She added and scurried away.

My eyes filled with tears, where would I go? Both of my parents are… dead. And I felt guilty about what extremes I had went to too keep from marrying Lord Ascot. Even though I tried to seem strong, I felt very weak.

I yearned for my mother and father back. They would never see me marry and they would never see me have children. All of these thoughts swan through my head when I got a sick feeling in my stomach…without my parents, no one would be here to care for me… I will be forced to marry Lord Ascot.

This cannot happen, I refuse to let it happen! But how will I stop it?

As soon as I am released he will be there to wed me. I will have to escape somehow, but how? I'm sure the infirmary has guards posted at the entrances to prevent the insane from escaping. But I have to find a way. I'm not sure it will be easy considering I have two broken ribs, a broken arm, and a gaping gash on my leg.

But I will have to escape somehow. As the nurse walked in with a plate of food, I thought out my escape plan.