This is not my story, I'm just using my imagination to create different ideas. Hunger Games is not mine, and The Impossible is not mine. And I'm sorry to all the families in Thailand that went through these horrors or even worse.
Clove POV:
I'm so happy that the man saved us when he did. At least I know Alex and the baby will be okay. The pain is terrible and everywhere. When they were dragging me to the car, the wound in my leg would touch the ground and I had to scream. I wish Alex didn't hear the screams that came out of me. Even I was scared of my screams. We're driving in the car towards the "hospital". Maybe Cato and the kids will be there.
"Mom, we're almost there," Alex tells me, holding my hand while I lie in the trunk of the pick up car.
"Okay, are you okay?" I ask, taking my arm that wasn't hurt my the tree, I push his hair back.
"No, I'm fine," he says. I look him over as good as I can while I'm laying down. He has scratches and burns from the sun, but we all do. He doesn't have any infection that I can tell of and he doesn't need stitches.
"That's good," I say, still holding his hand.
"Yes, but you're not okay," he says.
"I'll be fine, I just need some stitches," I say nonchalantly as if it wasn't a big deal. Alex looks concerned, but decides to let it slide. "How's the baby?"
"He's good," Alex says, holding up the little boy that we rescued. I smile and hold the baby's hand.
"You'll find your parents," I say to him. The baby just smiles like he always does.
"We're here," Seneca says. A woman comes up to us and looks at us.
"Hello, I'm Katherine," she introduces us, as nurses behind her comes with a stretcher to put me on. They wheel me through the hospital to a room. While we're going there I see terrible sights. Men, woman, children and the elderly laying in pain. I see nurses rushing around, trying to help everyone. If I were fine, I would help. I watch lonely people lay in their beds, crying about the losses of their families. The last sight is the worst, as I'm being wheeled into my room I hear a woman screaming. I look over to see a small boy laying there with his eyes open, not breathing. The woman has tears streaming down her face and looks to be in agony. Clutching the small boy's hand. She's screaming his name, begging for him to breathe. Tears cloud my vision as they close the door of the infirmary. That could easily be one of us.
"Alex, I'm sorry you had to see that," I say. Alex looks older. He hasn't grown at all, but he seems matured. His eyes are hard and seem like they've seem everything. And that scares me.
"It's terrible," he says. I look to see that there's a back rest, so I sit up so I can see him fully.
"Come here," I say. He looks at me unsure.
"Mom, you should lay down," he says.
"I'm fine, just come here and hug me," I say. He puts down the infant and walks over and wraps me in a tight hug. I feel his tears running down my back and I feel his sobs rack through his body. "It's going to be okay," I say soothingly. His arm is wrapped around my sun burned shoulder and it hurts bad, but I keep it in.
"Hello," I look over to see a man standing in the front of the door.
"Hello doctor," I say. The man looks tired and distressed. His eyes are sad from all the horrors he has seen. Alex pulls away from me and wipes his tears away and sits next to me.
"Your sons?" he asks.
"No, this is my son, and this is a boy we saved," I say.
"Do you know where the boy's parents are?" he asks.
"No. We were walking after the tsunami hit and we heard crying. We looked around until we found him under some leaves," I explain the story.
"Who should I check first?" the doctor asks me.
"Could you check my son, the boy, then me?" I ask. He nods and makes Alex stand up.
"Burns, fever, and some scrapes," the doctor concludes. "I'll give him some Neosporin and some Tylenol. The burns will go away by themselves."
"Okay, thank you," I say as the doctor open up a medicine cabinet and selects the two supplies. The medicine cabinet looks sad and empty. Soon there will not be enough for everyone.
"The boy is fine, I'll just give him so Neosporin," he says, handing the boy back to Alex. The doctor walks over to me and looks over my cuts. He takes my temperature and blood pressure.
"You'll need surgery on your stomach and your leg. Your arm will need stitches." he says.
"Why does my stomach and leg need stitches?" I ask.
"Something fell on your stomach, something sharp because as I shine this flashlight on it, there's still some of the sharp leaves in your stomach. Your leg has an infection," he says.
"Is there any medicine to stop the infection?"
"Unfortunately no, but we'll send in a nurse for temporary stitches for your stomach and leg so they don't bleed out. Also, she'll wrap your arm for you and stitch it up," he says.
"Okay thank you," I say.
"Oh, and I'm sorry, but we can't give you pain killers, but we will for your after surgery," he says, then he closes the door.
"Alex check my leg please," I say. He gets up and looks at it.
"It's darker than it should be," he says.
"It's not black, right?" I ask him.
"No, but it's discolored," he says.
"As long as it's not black, I'll be fine."
I really need inspiration.