TJ'S POV
I open my eyes and there's a bright light in my face and people clad in white bussing around me. For a second I'm certain I've died. Is this is the infamous white tunnel often described by people who've had near death experiences? I feel like I'm in a haze and my sight is blurred. Then all of a sudden my mind and body reconnect and things become clear.
I'm in the hospital, the bright light that's being held by a doctor that's checking my pupils. And the people in white are the ER staff. My neck is in a brace and I'm strapped to a back board, I can barely move. I can feel the blood dripping from my forehead and there's an unbelievable pain in my left side.
"My side hurts." I Say mildly fog bound. "It really hurts."
"Okay Miss Lyons we'll get you and x-ray as soon as we can." Somebody say, but I'm not really sure who sense I can't move my head to look at anyone's face.
Another voice tells me.
"We're going to take the straps off your legs now. We have to remove your pants."
As soon as they do my left leg juts out as if the straps of the backboard is the only thing holding it in it's normal place. Then they take blood from my arm, they say they need to make sure I haven't been drinking and then in that same whole I'm given an IV. Don't they understand I'm in pain? And I'm shaking too, I'm suffering from shock. My finger and nose hurt too, god I bet they're broken.
I'm going to start panicking if they don't take this neck brace off soon, I can't move my head, to see anything that's happening. Please unstrap me, please. They won't take the binds off until after my x-ray, but they're sure taking their sweet time getting me to the x-ray room. They say there's already someone in there, the person that hit me. Who was that?
Finally they start taking my clothes off so they can take me down to x-ray. Of course they have to cut my favorite panties off me as well. Did I forget to mention the catheter they just put in? That's not very comfortable. And suddenly I remember Luis was behind me on the road, he must be here somewhere. I reach out for a nurse and grab her arm.
"Luis Mendoza, I need to see him."
"I'll do the best I can." She gestures to the orderly and I'm wheeled away.
"Would you like me to go look for that Luis person?" Another one of the nurses asks the women I talked too.
My nurse shakes her head.
"I know where he is, they transferred him to ICU after x-ray, he has head trauma. The police told me what they think happened is when Tricia-Jean crashed into she was thrown. the ditch the boy tried to swerve and avoiding hitting her. He would up getting his car stuck between hers and a tree. Supposedly his vehicle was squashed in all around him, they don't know if he'll make it. There's no use in worrying the girl."
I just got back from my x-rays, the people in this hospital are bastards. I'm in incredible pain and the technician was bending me and pulling me. It fucking hurt. The good news is my neck is not broken so they can take the damn brace off. The bad news is just about everything else is. My left index finger, my nose, my pelvis and my sacrum to top it all off I was a cracked hip. But here's the best part, they're not going to repair any of it. Rather then surgery, they're going to pump me up with goofballs and keep me here until I'm steady enough on a walker to go home. A walker, can you believe that? I'm 90 years old already.
I still haven't seen Luis, they must have discharged him by now. I guess he was really serious about breaking up, if he didn't even come see me before he left.~*Keep in mind she had left the room when the nurses discussed Luis*~ But right now I have other things to worry about. Number one being how and the hell am I going to play football when I can't even walk?
By the time they admit me and give me a room it's 7AM and I haven't slept all night. I ache everywhere and I'm covered with bruises and road rash. Whoever thought being thrown from a car would cause this much damage? But do they let me get some much needed rest before they start to bother me? No, defiantly not. At 8 AM they bring my breakfast and a little less then an hour after that it's time for physical therapy. Physical therapy! I could barely sit up to eat my food, they want to see how I do on the walker. Deciding I suck at it, I'm given a wheel chair, but I not allowed to leave the bed on my own, so why bother.
By noon I still haven't heard from Luis, so I call his dorm, nothing. Dwayne tells me he hasn't seen him, but he'll have him call me when I get in. At least these rooms come with phones. Since you have to pay for the TV and my purse is probably at the junk yard in my car. One of the med. assistants paid for me to have the boob tube for the day though. That was nice of him, even if there's no cable. All that's been on all morning is 'Good Will Hunting', now Ben and Matt maybe hot and I know they wrote that movie, but even they can't make that plot interest me. Plus I seem to turn the TV on just in time to watch the same part over again, I've still yet to see the beginning. Man, I need to get out of here. And I need to find Luis.
~* I had planned for TJ to walk away from this accident with barely a scratch but I decided to give put her through what I had to go through after my car accident June of 2002. The 'Good Will Hunting', neck brace, no sleep stuff is all true in my case. For me I almost missed graduation in place of football season but you get the picture.*~
I open my eyes and there's a bright light in my face and people clad in white bussing around me. For a second I'm certain I've died. Is this is the infamous white tunnel often described by people who've had near death experiences? I feel like I'm in a haze and my sight is blurred. Then all of a sudden my mind and body reconnect and things become clear.
I'm in the hospital, the bright light that's being held by a doctor that's checking my pupils. And the people in white are the ER staff. My neck is in a brace and I'm strapped to a back board, I can barely move. I can feel the blood dripping from my forehead and there's an unbelievable pain in my left side.
"My side hurts." I Say mildly fog bound. "It really hurts."
"Okay Miss Lyons we'll get you and x-ray as soon as we can." Somebody say, but I'm not really sure who sense I can't move my head to look at anyone's face.
Another voice tells me.
"We're going to take the straps off your legs now. We have to remove your pants."
As soon as they do my left leg juts out as if the straps of the backboard is the only thing holding it in it's normal place. Then they take blood from my arm, they say they need to make sure I haven't been drinking and then in that same whole I'm given an IV. Don't they understand I'm in pain? And I'm shaking too, I'm suffering from shock. My finger and nose hurt too, god I bet they're broken.
I'm going to start panicking if they don't take this neck brace off soon, I can't move my head, to see anything that's happening. Please unstrap me, please. They won't take the binds off until after my x-ray, but they're sure taking their sweet time getting me to the x-ray room. They say there's already someone in there, the person that hit me. Who was that?
Finally they start taking my clothes off so they can take me down to x-ray. Of course they have to cut my favorite panties off me as well. Did I forget to mention the catheter they just put in? That's not very comfortable. And suddenly I remember Luis was behind me on the road, he must be here somewhere. I reach out for a nurse and grab her arm.
"Luis Mendoza, I need to see him."
"I'll do the best I can." She gestures to the orderly and I'm wheeled away.
"Would you like me to go look for that Luis person?" Another one of the nurses asks the women I talked too.
My nurse shakes her head.
"I know where he is, they transferred him to ICU after x-ray, he has head trauma. The police told me what they think happened is when Tricia-Jean crashed into she was thrown. the ditch the boy tried to swerve and avoiding hitting her. He would up getting his car stuck between hers and a tree. Supposedly his vehicle was squashed in all around him, they don't know if he'll make it. There's no use in worrying the girl."
I just got back from my x-rays, the people in this hospital are bastards. I'm in incredible pain and the technician was bending me and pulling me. It fucking hurt. The good news is my neck is not broken so they can take the damn brace off. The bad news is just about everything else is. My left index finger, my nose, my pelvis and my sacrum to top it all off I was a cracked hip. But here's the best part, they're not going to repair any of it. Rather then surgery, they're going to pump me up with goofballs and keep me here until I'm steady enough on a walker to go home. A walker, can you believe that? I'm 90 years old already.
I still haven't seen Luis, they must have discharged him by now. I guess he was really serious about breaking up, if he didn't even come see me before he left.~*Keep in mind she had left the room when the nurses discussed Luis*~ But right now I have other things to worry about. Number one being how and the hell am I going to play football when I can't even walk?
By the time they admit me and give me a room it's 7AM and I haven't slept all night. I ache everywhere and I'm covered with bruises and road rash. Whoever thought being thrown from a car would cause this much damage? But do they let me get some much needed rest before they start to bother me? No, defiantly not. At 8 AM they bring my breakfast and a little less then an hour after that it's time for physical therapy. Physical therapy! I could barely sit up to eat my food, they want to see how I do on the walker. Deciding I suck at it, I'm given a wheel chair, but I not allowed to leave the bed on my own, so why bother.
By noon I still haven't heard from Luis, so I call his dorm, nothing. Dwayne tells me he hasn't seen him, but he'll have him call me when I get in. At least these rooms come with phones. Since you have to pay for the TV and my purse is probably at the junk yard in my car. One of the med. assistants paid for me to have the boob tube for the day though. That was nice of him, even if there's no cable. All that's been on all morning is 'Good Will Hunting', now Ben and Matt maybe hot and I know they wrote that movie, but even they can't make that plot interest me. Plus I seem to turn the TV on just in time to watch the same part over again, I've still yet to see the beginning. Man, I need to get out of here. And I need to find Luis.
~* I had planned for TJ to walk away from this accident with barely a scratch but I decided to give put her through what I had to go through after my car accident June of 2002. The 'Good Will Hunting', neck brace, no sleep stuff is all true in my case. For me I almost missed graduation in place of football season but you get the picture.*~