Riley's POV:

It'd been like about ten to fifteen minutes since mom and I were ushered back to the trauma room where I'd first been taking. There was this giant tube literally shoved down into my throat. I wanted to take it out so bad but I was smart. I knew it was breathing for me. I knew that I would probably end up almost dying again if I did take it out. Besides, I think several of my bones were broken. It would be legitimately be impossible for me to even move my arm to take it out. I tried to turn my head towards my mom but I failed. My neck was still completely immobilized.

I made an attempt to reach a hand out to her and, just like the last action I attempted, it was a complete failure….Well, maybe not a complete failure but it was pretty darn close to it. I could only move my pinky. I guess my attempt worked pretty well, considering the circumstance. It caught the attention of my mom. At the time, she was just sitting there, waiting there somewhat patiently. But, when she noticed me trying to reach for her, she instantly grabbed ahold of my hand. This put me at ease, slightly. She looked directly at me and frowned. "I-It's okay, honey.. You're gonna be okay." She said, trying to offer me some comfort.

However, I didn't believe the words she said. I didn't believe that I was going to be okay. I just blinked since I didn't have a clue of what to do. I couldn't move and I couldn't talk. I couldn't even breathe on my own! I was just completely worthless. It wouldn't have mattered if I lived or died at this point. I guess the whole situation was in God's hand. Whether I had anything left to do while on earth or not, it was his decision. I was fine with whatever way things were going to go. I mean, I was a Christian. I believed in God and Jesus and I knew that I was going to end up going to heaven.

Anyway, mom continued to gently hold my hand. I tried to fall asleep as we continued to wait for the doctor to come in with any sort of news. Although I tried for several minutes, I just couldn't seem to fall asleep. The pain was just so intense and I wasn't given any pain medicine whatsoever. I wanted to tell mom about all the pain I was in, but guess what? I couldn't talk! I was so frustrated over the fact that I had absolutely no way to communicate with anybody. Tears began flowing from my eyes yet again. It wasn't really all that noticeable though because you couldn't really hear me crying. Mom must've noticed 'cause she squeezed my hand just a bit tighter. It was clear she was trying her best not to cause me any other pain. She continued to sooth me until there was a knock on the door just a couple of minutes later.

A man opened the door within a second or two. He walked over to my bedside and got down on his knees. "Hey, honey. You're in quite a lot of pain, huh..?"

I blinked just one time. He should've known I had a tube in my throat that was breathing for me and that I couldn't speak.

"Oh, right.. You can't really talk. I guess that could be considered as a rhetorical question, anyway." The man instantly shrugged it off and took out a stethoscope. "Lemme listen to your heart and lungs and we can see about getting that ventilator taken out. Well, at least for now." He then rolled down the blanket which was covering me up from my shoulders to my toes. He rolled it down until most of my chest was uncovered. Afterwards, he placed the circular part of the stethoscope down onto my chest and began listening to my heart and lungs. For about a minute or two, he moved the stethoscope all around on my chest. Then he gently lifted it off of me and covered me back up, sighing sadly afterward. "I'm sorry, honey. It doesn't seem like you'll be able to get that tube out yet. Your lungs seem quite damaged and I don't think they'd be able to handle the task of breathing on their own. I've gotta go talk with your mom about some things."

For like the tenth time that day, all that I could do was blink. I didn't see why he couldn't say what he had to say to both me and mom. I was a big girl. I'm pretty sure that I'd be able to handle whatever he had to say.

"Alright, Mrs. Matthews, if you'd come with me I'd like to tell you what all's going on with your daughter. I've got the results of the full body scan. It doesn't look good." The man looked over at mom with a frown. I sure wish I knew his name though so I didn't have to refer to him as 'the man'.

"Mhm." Mom nodded her head, looking over at him. She then turned towards me and gave me a nice, gentle hug. "Be right back, honey. I-I love you."

I weakly mouthed the words 'Love you too.' in response. I knew that she likely didn't understand what I was trying to say but whatever.

She left the room with the man and I frowned. I didn't want her to go. I wanted her to stay and comfort me. I just wanted someone there to tell me that everything was going to be okay. But everything wasn't going to be okay. I could just tell by the looks of the man, who was probably the doctor who was on my case, and my mom.

A/N: Alright, that's just about it for this chapter. Feel free to leave me a review on your way out!

-diceyAscension