I moaned and rolled over onto my side. Everywhere hurt. My vision was blurred and my head was pounding. I could hardly see anything out of my left eye, and my leg had a heavy brace on it that kept me from lifting it. My shoulder was casted also, a big, bulky green cast that weighed it down. The dark room I lay in was quiet and somber. All I could make out wee the soft and relaxed breathing of other people. It must be night, I thought to myself, but the real question is, where am I? I recalled the events I remembered leading il to this point. I was in a car. We were going...somewhere. A drunk driver blocked the entrance to the place we were going. A car came speeding toward us...Us? Who was us? Suddenly, it all came flooding back to me.
"Patricia!" I cried as I jerked myself up in the white bed. I frantically searched the room with my eyes, but I couldn't make out the face I loved. Tears welled up in my eyes. It hurt to cry. Both on the inside and out. I gently touched my injured eye and wondered if I would be blind forever. It seemed swollen, and I imagined it would not look very attractive. I could still see a little light filtering through my swollen eyelid though. Maybe it was just a black eye. Either way, I still had vision in my right eye. I lay down. I felt sick. I needed to find her. What if she was...dead? No. I couldn't think about that. All I could do was wait. Wait in the dark, barren room and listen, because those were the only options I had left.
I awoke to the sound of beeping and the sun shining merrily through the one window, though I wasn't very merry at all. My eye felt a little better, but my leg still stung and my arm was still unmoving. My head was still hazy, but I knew where I was now. In a hospital. The last place I wanted to be. Hospitals had always creeped me out, and I hated them. I hated the white, dull walls and the boring, identical nurses just heartlessly doing their job, even though they could care less about the pain the people were really in. I hated the semllbof medicine, and the sight of innocent people lying there in pain, just waiting to be discharged. Some even waiting for death. Sighing, I sat up slowly and glanced at the people around me. A young girl was looking at me from behind her curtain next to me.
"Finally! I thought you would never wake up!" She said with attitude. She seemed to be about twelve or thirteen, with long, brown curls and tan skin. Her eyes were brown too.
"What?" I asked, staring at her bandaged arm.
"You. You were like, dead or something. I just wanted to welcome you into torture.