Bella
I watched random people handle my body, pushing me every which way. We had now been moved into the operating room where the doctors talked non-stop.
Where's this girls parents?
Who cares we need to do something
When the head doctor walked in every one went silent. "Ok people we are going to have to drill two holes right here he pointed at my skull in two locations. That will hopefully drain out both blood clots and wake her up, any other injuries?" he asked. "Two ribs are broken her left leg is covered in road rash also her body is terrible bruised her face more than anything."
I looked down at my body and examined myself. They had cut off my pants and I could see the road rash. It looked like the top of my leg had been put through a meat grinder. I shuddered at least I can't feel it. The nurse was right my whole body was bruised. I looked like an abused fruit all purple and blue. I was completely exposed on the table showing everything. When I looked at my face it was a nasty blue, swelling everywhere, I was disgusting. "Ok let's get going." Music flooded the room as a bright light was pointed to my head. I drifted up to the corner of the room sitting suspended in air. I had a clear view of what they were doing.
The doctors shaved two perfect strips on my head. They were going to do something called Burr Holes. The head doctor was handed a silver drill, it looked like an ordinary drill. The sound of the drill made me sick to my stomach although I couldn't feel it. A nurse marked two X's on my head showing where the blood clots where. The doctor placed the drill over one X. I couldn't watch yet I had to, it was like a horror movie but the sad truth was it was my life. He turned the drill on pushing it into my head, the sound was unbearable. Blood was squirting everywhere more on him but it didn't even seem to bother him. "One is done get me a bowl" shouted the doctor. A nurse brought a silver bowl and set it under the first hole. Slowly the doctor removed the drill and a fountain of blood rushed out of the little hole on my head. "Blood seems to be coming out fine, see the clumps that's part of the clot." The doctor said moving to the next X. he repeated the proses, by now the floor had acquired several little puddles of my blood. A second silver bowl was placed under the second hole. Again a nasty river of clumpy blood came out of my head into the silver bowl. "Alright people let's get the rest of her wrapped up but be careful not to move her head." The doctor commanded and a blonde nurse began to work. She applied a clear jell all over my hurt leg. Once my leg was fully covered in jell she carefully wrapped a long strip of cloth around it. The nurse moved to my wrist carefully wrapping it as well. "What are you doing?" barked the doctor. "I'm fixing her wrist it appears to be sprained." She said calmly but in her eyes you could see the anger. The doctor ignored her moving back to my head. He put a machine that looked like a camera up against my head. He snapped two pictures of my head and instantly they were projected on the screen. I didn't understand what the pictures where showing so I waited for someone to explain. Change it to CT mode pleases, the doctor asked. The screen switched and showed my brain. I looked at the pictures confused. "The clots are gone see how we can see her brain clearly. Ok let's finish her up" the doctor was handed white strips of cloth.
He took two cotton balls and taped them over the holes now drilled in my head. Then he took the cloth and ran it under my chin and back up to my head, tying it tight. Two nurses where at my side wrapping my ribcage nice and tight. "Luna!" shouted the doctor "get her up to the recovery room, we have more patients." The blonde nurse that had wrapped my leg and wrist walked over to me. She carefully wheeled me to the ICU recovery area the whole way there she talked to me. "How are you doing? You look much better sweat heart. Let's get you back to your life ok honey. You just hold on and we will get you back to your loved ones." Her voice sounded warm and sweet like honey. But that didn't stop the painful truth from finding me. What life? The only thing I lived for was Jake and I can't even find him. He doesn't love me not how I love him. So what is the point in going back to life, I have no one. I'll be surprised if my parents even bother to show up. Maybe that's why I'm in the limbo sort of state, between life and death just waiting. Is god telling me I can choose between living my life or dying now? But I don't know what I want, with Jake out of the picture life would be like death a lonely black hole that I would be forced to be in. But if I died I would still be able to watch Jake grow wouldn't I? I just don't know what's the point in living life if you're already dead.