A/N: this chapter was incredibly frustrating to write. it was hard to convey what i wanted to happen in a diary format. hope you like it, and remember to review!
January 19th- mid-afternoon- sitting in my hospital room
I was so confused when I woke up this morning and found myself alone in a hospital room. I had no idea how I got there, or why.
One of my questions was answered (well, partially answered) when I found you on the stand next to my bed (in case you're curious as to how you got there: Dad found you next to me in the snow, and brought you to the hospital with me. He very thoughtfully put you on the table, thinking I would want you).
I read the entry I had written last night. How could I have been so incredibly stupid! I should have forced myself to get up and go home! I could have died!
Fortunately, Dad went to the cemetary last night after work.
Maybe he had the same urge I had to see Mom. Or maybe he had a different urge...could he have sensed that there was a reason he HAD to go to the cemetary?
I guess it doesn't really matter WHY he came, just that he came.
I still don't completely understand what's wrong with me. All I know is that I feel terrible.
Whenever I ask Dad how soon I'm going to get better, he just changes the subject, of gives me some non-committal response.
This can't actually be something serious, can it? I'm going to be okay, aren't I?
I can't write anymore right now. I feel so tired and weak. I'll write you more as soon as I am feeling better.