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All I can remember about going to the hospital, well, it's not very much at all, but me and my writing, (well, droning on) will make it more interesting (I hope). So I guess enjoy!
Today was the day I was admitted into the hospital. I spent my morning packing with Nathan. He actually helped! He went through my closet, packing some of my shirts and sweaters, anything that he knew I would wear and be comfortable in. I packed my jeans, pajamas and 'personal' stuff. While we were doing this, he asked me to sing something for him, so again, I sang Halo. I put on her (HJS) CD and belted out the song while he listened intently, and his smile grew bigger as each verse passed. You could tell that he loved it, and that he was so impressed with me. It made me feel great, even though I knew what we were doing. I belted out the song like there was nothing in the world that could bring me down. My surroundings were forgotten, and I felt as if I were dreaming. The song ended, and back we went to packing. We only had an hour left until we had to leave and make the hospital my home for the next, I don't know how long.
At the hospital is where everyone became anxious and wary. Nathan couldn't stay still, and my parents were with the receptionist checking me in. I'll never forget the look on the doctors' faces as they passed by; tired, depressed, ready to save another persons life; my life. I was huddled up on one of the most uncomfortable plastic chairs that hospitals call their 'waiting rooms'! I think they should actually be called 'doom rooms' because it suits them. Nathan finally stopped pacing, and came to sit beside me. I had the sudden urge to cry again, but bit my finger so I didn't. Reality was setting in, and it was scaring my out of my wits.
A nurse came over to me, and asked me to follow her to my room. With my parents and Nathan following, we went through a series of hallways to get there. It was a private room so my parents, friends, or Nathan could stay with me. Friends, well I guess I'll have to call them tonight, and let them know. Maybe Nathan would help me. I really don't want to be alone for the first night, there's too much change going on too fast.
Later that night, I think it was around 9pm, my parents started to get ready to leave. Looking at me, I knew that they didn't want to, but they had to be at work early in the morning. They glanced over at Nathan, nodding, knowing that he was staying with me. School wouldn't be a problem, my parents knew that they couldn't force him to go, even if they threatened him with something he loved most. He had decided from the moment he knew something was wrong, that he was going to stand by me, and I loved him for it. They soon left and Nathan and I had all the time in the world to talk, problem was, we didn't know what to talk about. It was 9:30pm, and I was getting anxious to talk to Mouth.
Over the years, Mouth and I had become great friends; we confided in each other for everything. I knew it was getting late and calling my other friends was out of the question, but I had to tell Mouth. He would wonder why I wasn't at our meeting spot to walk to school in the morning, and he'd end up walking to my house to see if I was sick. I had to call him. Nathan, looking at me weirdly, knew what I was thinking, so he picked up the phone and dialed. While it rang he handed it to me. Mouth answered, and well, the rest is all a blur. All I remember is crying my eyes out, him promising to come by, and he would bring me my work so I wouldn't fall behind in my classes. I remember falling asleep after being all cried out, and I remember Nathan hugging me, cuddling me, and covering me up as I drifted off. What he did after I fell asleep, I have no idea, but I get the feeling that he cried. The strong and supportive brother he was, was tumbling down, and there was nothing I could do for him.
Ok, there's entry number 2! I'll update sometime this week, but it probably won't be until Thursday for Friday because it takes about 3 classes to finish an entry. Yes, Civics and History, can be pretty boring in grade 10…so be prepared if you haven't had it yet... you'll need something interesting to do.
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