Finally Ready

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  • Published: 17 Dec 2013
  • Updated: 17 Dec 2013
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Just out of college, Elizabeth pursues her life long dream of becoming a writer in the heart of New York City, when an unexpected decision by a close friend throws her life into chaos.


4. The Hospital

A ray of pure sunlight illuminated a patch of tile on the floor. Where was I now? In some sort of hospital room? Some white bedsheets were pulled up to my chin, warming my entire body. I yawned and began to roll onto my side. "AAHHHH!" I shrieked in complete agony, as my side felt as though it was splitting open. I could hear yelling accompanied by hurried footsteps coming form an unknown location. The door to my room burst open and a mixture of a people who I later identified as nurses and doctors streamed in. I clenched my sides and rolled off the hospital bed and onto the cold tile floor.

I was heaved back upon the bed, as the doctors spoke rapidly. "Yes, severe abrasion of the rib cage"...."Pelvis shattered"......."Victim of traumatic injury, body tissue in right leg ripped beyond repair."

An acute pain, more extreme than anything I had ever felt before spread across my crippled body. The nurses held me down as my deafening shrieks echoed throughout the hospital. Through my pain and struggling, I almost didn't notice shouts from the hall. "NO. YOU LISTEN TO ME! I NEED TO SEE HER! GET OUT OF MY WAY!"

"George..." I muttered with recognition. "GEORGE!"

He burst into my room, slamming the door against the wall. His familiar eyes saw only me, as he shot towards my hospital bed. Before I could comprehend what was happening, George was in my arms, both of us laughing and sobbing simultaneously. With each sob, my chest seemed to rip apart, but in the moment, I ignored it. "Lizzy!" He cried. "You're all right! I never thought..." He sucked in his breath, "I never thought I'd ever see you again..." As he smiled his brilliant smile at me, I observed the messy state of his clothing and the dark bags under his eyes. He had been waiting for me here all this time..... "How long was I out?" I asked him weakly. "About two days...." George said, looking away. "Everyone thought you were....were....dead." As he said the last word, he buried his face into my ragged hair, sobbing relentlessly.

The doctors had froze, watching the scene fold out, in total astonishment. One came to his senses, and pulled George out of the room. "NO!" I shrieked. "Bring him back!" The doctor who took George away nodded at a nurse. She pulled out a small pill, and forced it down my throat as I gulped for air. The room seemed to go fuzzy, and my eyes shut momentarily. No. I was going to stay awake! I had to! My eye lids became as heavy as lead and I finally relented, slipping into a deep slumber.

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