Jade POV
2 Hours Later
Name: Jadelyn Elizabeth West
Status: Stable
Admittance: 1:38pm
Cause of Admittance: Malnourishment and possible PTS/ PTSD
That's what it says on the chart clipped to my hospital bed. Turns out I was worse off then I thought. The paramedics gave one look at me and started sticking needles in my arms for my 'malnourishment', of cause I fought back, but that just gave me another label. I wouldn't let them help me until Tori and Cat were looked after, but as soon as I saw my reflection in the metal of the ambulate door: my hollow face and limp hair... I looked horrible. I decided then to stop fighting, but it was too late, they'd already injected me with something to knock me out.
Now I lay here quietly, keeping my eyes closed, matching my breaths to the beeping of the machines that surround the bed, the only indications of my heartbeat, my existence. My body is numb, painkillers are pumping through my body from the IV connected into my arm. I've been laying here with nothing to do but think to myself, floating in and out of consciousness as my tired body gives into its need for sleep. I've just re-awoken and I'm unsure of how long I've been asleep this time. Curiosity slowly pries open my tired eyes to meet a dismal view of the magnolia colored hospital room, the door a navy blue. Same as before. I slide my eyes sideways, to see a bed beside mine, I know I wouldn't have this big room to myself but I was kinda hoping for the privacy. Slowly I pull myself upright to see who was in the bed.
I'm not sure weather to sigh in relief or gasp in shock. It's Tori, her bed must have been wheeled in while I was asleep. Her face is half covered by a plastic mask and there are more tubes sticking out of her then I have. I slowly swing my legs over the edge of my bed and pull my IV wheel along beside me as I let my feet hit the ground. The closer I get to Tori, the more I can see. Her skin looks so much more tan then earlier, nearly back to her normal complexion, and she even seems to have a tiny bit of weight back into her. I can't help but look at her chart to see what's wrong with her.
Name: Victoria Dawn Vega
Status: Stable
Admittance: 1:38pm
Cause of Admittance: Malnourishment and Hypoglycemic attack.
Oh... Cat was right, Tori is hypoglycemic. I wonder how she knew.
I can feel myself falling backwards, these strong painkillers are making it hard to control my legs. I quickly grab a chair and pull it up to Tori's bedside. A few weeks ago I'd have probably laughed at the thought of Tori in a hospital bed... but now I couldn't think of anything worse. This whole situation has changed me, changed us. When things get back to normal and we get back to school I feel like the whole group dynamic's going to change. Cat's not going to be permanently ditsy and Tori and I will be able to have a conversation without it ending in me throwing something at her. I wish I'd seen how nice she was earlier, it's not her fault we started off on the wrong foot, I mean she didn't mean to spill coffee on Beck... and I completely over-reacted to it and- "I'm so sorry Tori." I whisper, the sorrow travelling in my veins but never making it to my facial muscles or skin. I can't cry, I need to be strong. She'll wake up and I'm sure she's forgiven me by now.
The sound of the navy blue doors swinging open called my attention and I turned my head back to look at it. There were two doctors wheeling in another bed, a small unconscious red-headed girl laying on it. "Cat!" I called out.
"You should be in bed Miss." One of the doctors said to me.
"Not until you tell me what's happened to Cat." I demanded, finding my way to my feet and walking over to Cat's bed, on the other side of mine.
"She's just come out of surgery." The doctor said, placing a clip on Cat's finger, connecting her to the heart-rate monitor, joining the sound of Tori and mine.
"Surgery?" I gasped.
"To realign her arm." She motioned to Cat's now properly strapped up and bandaged arm.
"And her ribs?" I asked.
"Ribs don't usually require surgery. Just a brace and pain-killers." The doctor replied. "We've taken a few x-rays and they don't seemed to have caused too much damage to her apart from some slight bruising, as long as she stays strapped up, she should heal fine."
"Now-" The second doctor added. "You really must get back into bed."
"Fine." I sighed, walking over to my own bed and laying back down into it.
"Thank you." He said, double checking that Cat was all hooked up, before walking out of the room, the large door swinging shut behind them.
"Like I'm gonna stay laying there." I said to myself in the empty room, climbing out of my hospital bed and walking over to Cat's.
Like Tori, there was a plastic mask on her face, connecting her to an oxygen machine, and a few cannulas stuck into her arms. Her heartbeat monitor was slow and steady, beeping along with Tori and mine. My eyes wandered over to her chart.
Name: Catarina Valentine
Status: Stable
Admittance: 1:38pm
Cause of Admittance: Broken Radius (Arm), 3 Broken Ribs, Malnourishment, Abdominal Internal Bruising.
Stable. We were all stable, thank God. Wait, 'Internal Bruising?' grabbing onto Cat's chart, I looked more into her ailment. "Bruising under the skin of abdominal area and torso. Possibly from an attack and/or fight." I know when this happened, but that means she's had internal bruising for like a week now and she never even mentioned it. Oh Cat, ever the fighter. Slowly, I moved my hand and started running it through her red hair. It wasn't soft or silky, but it gave me comfort. She looked so at peace in her slumber, even if it was due to general anaesthetic. It's like she knew she was safe now and she'd found us a way out, like she promised.
We were safe, all three of us were in good hands, and all we had to do was wait until we were strong enough for our parents to come and take us home.