"my brother and my mum? Where are they?" I breathlessly said.
I so desperately wanted to ask where my girlfriend was but thought better of it.
"I shall contact them for you, I believe they have been here every day since the accident. They have been very concerned about your health" he states as he fiddles with the machines around me, jotting on his clip board as he moves around me.
"May I?" he indicates to my sheets. I just look at him confused.
"I need to perform some checks on your dressings Mrs Gilmore"
I just nod, frowning and intrigued at what I look like under the stiffed duvet. I feel nervous as he gently peels them down my body. The cold instantly hitting my bones, I exhale. If I'm in this much pain then it must be horrendous. He attempts to raise my gown and I move slightly to help. A bad Idea, as I feel a sudden lightening of pain ignite me. I yell out, my body tense and instantly stiffen to ride the pain out. Tears starting to soak my face.
"I know it's incredibly painful. Try not to move, ive got your gown. Don't worry" I sniff and nod back in response. I watch his face as he lifts my gown, I don't want to look down, I don't dare.
"hmm" he says as a frown appears on his face. A razor like pain shoots to my core. I instantly look down to where its coming from. His hands blocking my view from the location in which my eyes dart to. All I can see is the doctor starting to fiddle with white bandages. I just wish he would hurry so I can see.
"it seems to be improving, which is a very good sign"
His hands move away from my stomach. I just stare as he takes his hand away holding a white bandage, heavily stained in blood. I am unable to speak. I open my mouth by nothing comes out. I look down again. Stitches, 10cm across my core. Stained red. The doctor can see the horrified look on my face.
With great effort I speak."improving?! Look at me!" I shouted, suddenly becoming out of breath and shakey.
"you must calm down, here" he passes me an oxygen mask.
"a piece of glass from the windscreen pierced through your abdomen, you had an operation to ease the bleeding and with further investigation we noticed the glass also pierced through your stomach. We nearly lost you then and there. But with extensive work we managed to stitch your stomach. It seems to have stopped the bleeding but we must keep an eye on the stitches" he stated as he placed another bandage on my stomach and pulled the duvet back over me.
"hmmm.." I groan through the mask, I do not know what to say.
"Everything seems to be ok, you're healing slower than we expected and you need close monitoring but still, it's good. I need to go check on other patients now but I shall give your parents a call and tell them your awake" he smiled and left. Leaving me reeling thoughts over in my cloudy and confused mind. Exhausted. Trying to process the whole situation I've found myself in. My thoughts instantly turn to Tilly. "does she know im here? Was she there when I got hit? Ohhh…where are you? I need you" I whisper to myself. Frustrated as I try to piece my thoughts together.
I'm feeling incredibly exhausted and frustrated, after 10 minutes of nonstop turmoil building up in my head. It pounding, I drift off into a deep sleep.