Chapter 2
White light assualts my eyes as I find myself waking up in an unknown room. A scratchy starch white sheet is pulled up to my waist, and my top half is covered with a gown, I have an iv in my arm and when I look down I see a hand on top of mine. I don't recognize the hand at first but when I lift my head to look I feel dizzy, but I recognize the face. It's she must have decided to stay with me, she's asleep, but then she starts to stir. "Hey, glad to see your awake honey, you need to lie back down, you've been through enough for one night, I'm going to get a doctor, and i'll be right back"she says quietly, "OK"i say my voice hoarse from not talking for several hours. She leaves and lie back down, realizing just how tired I really am, I struggle to remember what happened, and the only thing I remember is being trapped in the closet with Alison, and feeling like I was dying, I couldn't breathe, and I felt like I was back there. The door creaks open and and the doctor come inside, in complete silence the doctor snaps on his gloves, and sits on the stool beside the bed. "Hello Isaac, I'm Doctor Medina, how are you feeling"she asks, "Honestly, tired, and dizzy, no pain right now though"I say, "OK,i'm just going to check your vitals,and finish examining you"she says, "OK".
Long black hair flowing down her back, she reaches behind me and grabs the thermometer, she gently puts it in ear, soon enough it beeps, and she writes something down on the chart. She does this with several other things, and then she gently pushes the button for the bed to lay out flat. "right now,I'm going to check your catheter, and then I'm going to feel your abdomen alright"she says, "yeah, but why do I have a catheter"I ask, "When you first got here, we needed a urine sample, but you were unconscious by the time we were ready to do it"she says, "Oh,ok"I say. Rolling me on my side with help from Ms. McCall towards her, she pulls the sheet down, and I'm embarrassed, I've never been naked in front of women before. Gently she checks the bag and I guess she has what she wants because she removes it, and then rolls me on my back. She gives the bag to and then feels along my abdomen, I don't have any pain, so she takes off her gloves. "Dr. Medina, do you mind telling me what's going on with me"I ask her, "No,i don't mind, you arrived about 3 hours ago, wasn't told much other than that you were trapped in a closet,and that they thought you were having a panic attack, we gave you meds, that was what knocked you out, this examination was mainly procedure"she says to me, "wow, I'm a little scared now"i say, "It's alright, I have to go tend to other patients, but I will be back"she says. As soon as she leaves, comes and sits down on the bed, she sees the tears streaming down my cheeks, I'm silently crying, "shh, it's alright sweetie, come here, you need to get some sleep"she says cradling me to her chest. I know I'm not her son but right now she's treating like I am. Soon enough my tears fade leaving my cheeks sticky as I fall asleep