My Life as Arabella

- All stories do not have happy endings. - Arabella tell her story of living with cystic fibrosis. Falling in love but not having much time left, they both declare there love for one another before tragedy strikes.

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3. Chapter 2.

 

 Hey, nice to see you again. Really enjoying my not-so-happy story huh? I know you are. Anyways, lets get back to the story. Where was I? Think Arabella think. Ah, the black out. 

 So picture this. Me, laying on the bed, blacked out, no sense of whats happening, and lets not leave out, alone. I had no memory of what was going on during those few moments, all I know was that when I woke up, I was not at home. 

 I looked around, and since I was dazed, it took me about 10 minutes to figure out that I was in a hospital. I tried to touch my head but the nurses restrained my arm from moving up. I looked at my arms and my chest and saw tubes, tubes everywhere. Mind you, I had no sense of what was going on. So you do the math. Confused girl + Tubes going in and out of her chest and arms = what? You do the math. If you guessed Freak Out, you my friend are a genius. 

 I started going completely ballistic. Pulling away from the doctors, kicking, attempted screaming. But nothing worked, they still would not take the horrid tubes out of my body. World's worst doctors am I right? Anyways, after a few minutes of struggling, I calm down. 

 When I'm finally calm, I see a hand flying towards my mouth. I contemplate on biting him but its too late. She's already dragging a large tube out of my throat. I couple of muffled moans and gags, and its over. I turn to my right and see my mom and Clark. Clark is my moms boyfriend. He tries to get me to call him dad, but its just not gonna happen. Anyone can be a father, it takes a real man to be a dad. Message. Okay back to the story. 

 My mom reaches over and strokes my hair. Her hand is nice and warm, but her eyes are cold and filled with sadness. I averted my eyes and focus my gaze on the hospital light that is beaming hot rays down on my head. It shined brightly, almost like it enjoyed being a light. That was how I wanted to be. Enjoying everything that came my way or was brought to me by someone else. But unfortunately I couldn't.

 A few hours past, doctors walked in and out, I saw a few patients in more critical conditions than I was in. I heard screaming and shouting, towards doctors and towards other patients, which made me very disappointed in us humans as a whole. Its disappointing that a person couldn't even escape arguing, not even in a hospital. What was wrong with society these days, only god knows. 

 The final doctor that came in barred the bad news. The spoke to gently, it was so unbelievable to hear him say, "Ms.Tucker, I'm sorry but you have Cystic Fibrosis, and it's very much life threatening if not dealt with"   

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