This update neither has been proofreaded nor am I happy with it,
but I'll post it anyway and I promis another update tonight (it's better than this one ;-) )
Oh and yes please read and review (love constructive critisism)... and please tell me if you find any horrible grammar errors or something...please!
3 days later- Careggi Hospital Firenze
Light Slowly Meredith tried to open her eyes.
Light at the end of a dark tunnel
She wanted to move, run towards it… she couldn't move.
Darkness forever…no
Her eyelids felt heavy, the bright shine of the neon lamp hanging above her hospital bed stung in her eyes
and when she finally looked around to take in her surroundings the only thing she saw was bright white.
White walls, white curtains, white table and chair, white bed and sheets, hell even her gown was snow white.
Everything was white, pure, flawless and neat- except her – her body felt dirty, her inside felt dark and lifeless
and her brain was painted in dark bloody red.
And in her mind she painted with this bloody colour, she painted on this freaking white wall.
Determinant, sharp lines forming into letters…HELP
Voices With the very little knowledge she had of the Italian language, Meredith tried to pick up a word or two
Voices were everywhere.
Some were loud and clear, others high-pitched or hushed
But for her, they had one thing in common…she couldn't understand them.
being said by the doctors in her room and in the hallways but she soon gave up.
Eventually somebody would come and speak to her.
Looking down at herself she saw large bruises forming all over her body, a few stitched up cuts here and there
and her ankle was bandaged… but all of this was nothing compared to the piercing pain in her stomach and nether region.
Suddenly the door was forcefully being opened and yet another doctor entered her room.
Without ever so much as looking at Meredith, the tall redhead started to talk to other doctors
and checked her heart and lung function on the monitor
before she finally,5 minutes later,turned her attention towards the tiny scared girl lying in bed and started speaking…
Look the queen interacts with the crowd. What a big gesture, I should be honoured hmpf. That's great doctor, looking and treating your patients like they're lower than you -snobby bitch-. But the redhead doctor had already stoped talking and was walking out of the room.
Well I shouldn't complain, at least she's speaking English, she's female and is currently not touching me…
maybe listening to her wouldn't be half that bad.
Before touching the doorknob she turned around once again :
"And I know it's not an easy decision, so take all the time you need, we won't rush you into anything.
Just don't forget that even though that man might have donated his sperm, this child is yours too."
Pregnant…I was pregnant!
Pregnant as a result of rape, pregnant as in my child will have his genes, pregnant as in I'm only 22 and just got out of Dartmouth college, pregnant as in diapers, breast-feeding, waking up in the middle of the night…pregnant as in being a mother.
Whatever this- not so cold-hearted after all - doctor had said, facts were facts!
Fact was that she was pregnant, fact was that her rapist did this to her and fact was that she wasn't cut for being a mother.