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"I'm so happy that you're okay," she said, with tears in her eyes. One started to fall down her cheek, but Kevin slowly raised his arm up and brushed it away with his thumb.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me," he choked out. "But I'll tell you something. It'll never happen again."
Chapter 8: Wide Awake On A Monday Morning
The sun was shining through the white blinds of the window when Kay opened her eyes. Well, she almost opened them. After a week of having her eyes closed, the bright lights hurt them, so she quickly shut them and waited for the pain to subside. Little did she realize the pain wouldn't go away that quickly.
"Ahh…" she moaned to the empty room. It took her almost two minutes but she finally opened her grey eyes. Directly in front of her was a TV mounted on the wall. She could see that the room had a grey and pink trim with white walls. Quaint, she thought. She looked around some more and saw that there were several dozens of flowers in her room. Who would do this for me? She went to reach over and grab one of the flowers (to see if it had a card with it) but a sudden pain shot through her arm.
"Oww," she mouthed, also realizing that while she couldn't move, she also couldn't talk. Through the entire eight and a half minutes she'd been awake, she had to constantly blink because her vision was blurry. She thought that it was because of the brightness of the light, but now she wasn't so sure. Carefully, she raised her arm (the one that wasn't in a sling) and touched the area around her eyes.
It hurt terribly when she put pressure there but there were only a few scratches. The worst of it probably hit my eye directly, not the area around it.
After accessing the damage as much as she could without getting any answers to what was wrong with her besides the fact that she hurt, she slowly dropped her hand to the red button on her bed. She pressed it and less than a minute later, an old black nurse came in the room.
"Oh, Kalila, you're awake. You're parents will be very happy," she said. From her looks, Kay thought that she liked this woman. She had graying hair that was kept neat in a bun and a kind face with just the right amount of wrinkles (because you know too many looks scary and too less looks botoxy).
Kat opened her mouth to speak but realized she couldn't, so she pointed to her mouth and covered it.
"Oh, dear, you just haven't used your cords in such a while, so they are out of tune. Let me get the doctor to look at you and get you some answers. I can see it in your eyes that you want to know why the heck you're here. You do know where you are, right?" The lady said.
Kay pointed to the sheet on her bed. It had the Glenoak Hospital insignia traced in red in the lining. The woman smiled and said, "Of course. By the way, my name's Gladys. Nice to meet you."
Kay pointed at Gladys and then held up two fingers. "You too." The nurse smiled again and left the room, leaving Kay to sit alone with her many thoughts. She wondered if her father was all right. She wondered how many days it had been. She wondered if it was Rebecca that was driving the other vehicle. And if it wasn't, were they okay?
As if an answer to her thinking, the doctor came in. "Hello, I'm Dr. Alicia Hillman and I've been your doctor throughout this whole ordeal. I'm just going to go through what happened with your treatment and make sure you're okay. I've called your parents, they are coming to see you." At the mention of her parents, not just one, Kay's eyes brightened, filling with hope. Dr. Hillman saw this and said, "Yes, your father is going to be okay."
"Now, Kay. It is alright that I call you Kay, isn't it?" Kay nodded. "Good. Now we had to take your spleen and kidney out but you seem to be doing okay with that. Your shoulder is shattered, so I'm afraid you'll never be a major league sports person." Kay gave a silent laugh; she never really liked sports anyway. "You have quite a few cuts and bruises but they aren't life-threatening. The only cut that we were concerned with is in your eye. Are you experiencing any problems with your sight?"
Kay nodded and mouthed, "Blurry."
"Okay, we'll have to run a few tests on that to make sure that we got all the glass and that you'll have your sight. But, I'll have you know, I doubt that you'll lose your sight. If it had caused damage, you'd know it by know. Worst-case scenario is you'll need glasses the rest of your life and with contacts nothing will really change. Other than that…"
"Kay!" a female voice yelled and a few seconds later, Lucy came bounding in the room. She ran to Kay's side and started crying in relief. For a week she had watched her daughter in the hospital, asleep. She almost thought Kay was never going to wake up. "Kay. Hi, baby. Are you okay? Are you scared? Oh, sweetheart…"
Kay gave her mother a thumbs up and faced the doctor again, twirling her fingers in a way that said, "Go on."
"Like I was saying…"
"Dr. Hillman, why isn't she talking? Did something hurt her vocal cords? What's going on?" Lucy was frantic and her words were fast, but not fast enough to confuse the next visitor.
"Lucy, calm down." Kay looked up and saw her father in a wheelchair in the frame of the door. She smiled and motioned him closer. Taking her cue, he wheeled himself over to the foot of the bed. "Doctor, what is it that you were saying?"
"I was saying that other than that, the only thing she needs to worry about is being stiff. And a couple of minutes stretching will fix that. But now we need to run a few tests, so I'll get everything set up and you can visit." Dr. Hillman smiled at the family and walked out of the room.
For the next couple of minutes, Lucy and Kevin told Kay how much they loved her and how worried they were. They said that everyone sent flowers, including someone they didn't want to send flowers.
"We got a bunch of lilacs a day or so ago with a card that said 'Who says flowers can't kill a person? Regards, Evan.' I think you know who sent them." Kevin said in a somber voice.
By that time, they had gotten her a pad and a pen so she could talk with that and she grabbed it and wrote, "Yes, I do and I wanna know how she knows that I'm allergic to lilacs!"
"I don't know yet but I've got some people working on it at the station. All we can do now is try to get better and keep her out of our minds." Kevin said.
Easier said than done, Kay thought and leaned back on the pillows.
A few days later, when Kay had regained enough of her strength, the family found themselves wheeling Kay into their living room. There, streamers and balloons were waiting, along with at least two-dozen family members and friends.
As soon as she was wheeled in, Kay's face lit up. Everyone she cared about was there and the fact that she actually did care made her even happier. From her place she could see Grandma Annie and Grandpa Eric, Aunt Mary, Uncle Carlos and Charlie, Uncle Matt, Aunt Sarah and Jeremy, Uncle Simon and Aunt Cecelia, Aunt Ruthie, Uncle David and his girlfriend Danielle, Uncle Sam, Uncle Ben and Aunt Emily, Brooke and Jean-Paul, Andrew, and Savannah and Rob, but something was missing. Someone, actually. Jake.
Her smiled faded briefly but it returned when she saw the sign they made. Kay, we can't afford you going to the hospital so much, so quit it! She laughed. It was very unlike them to squeeze something like that on a welcome home banner but it was her kind of humor so they did it anyway.
"Okay, people," Brooke said, coming behind Kay and taking the controls from Kevin. She started pushing Kay into the living, through the crowd, shouting, "Injured girl here, move it or lose it. Let's go, get moving!"
Kay stifled her laughs because it was starting to hurt to do that. When they reached the couch, Matt and Carlos came to her and helped her up from the chair. Once she was up, she brushed them off and went to sit down herself. But when she was about to sit down she said, "Oww… place where my kidney was… Oww… place where my spleen was… Oww…" she paused, hands in the air, steadying her, "Well, I don't know where that pain came from but it hurt."
Laughter flooded the room and she sat down, letting Matt lift her legs on the couch. Brooke pulled the wheelchair away and everyone gathered around the living room.
For the next few hours, they all sat and talked, not noticing there was someone watching them.
Okay it was longer than every other day. I got sidetracked. Anyway, here is the chapter. Hope you like it. The hospital and injury stuff is over and we will finally get to Rebecca. Review please!