Emergency Room
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I never would have thought this would happen to me. A terrible
motorcycle accident that threatens to leave me in a vegetative
state for the rest of my life if I don't get an extremely
dangerous surgery. It has only been completed three times
successfully and the chances of living through it are little to
none.
What's the catch ?
My family is gone. No one knows where they went, but they left me
here. It's my boyfriends choice of whether or not I get the
surgery. If he picks the wrong choice, he will have to life with
the fact that I'm either dead, or I live but I can't do
anything for myself. I won't be able to eat, or walk, or speak.
All I will have are my thoughts, and that won't be much to live
for.
What are my injuries ?
I have a severe concussion and my legs are both broken. Four of my
ribs are broken, and two of them have pierced my right lung.
I'm having a machine do my breath because i can't, and my
heart rate is being monitored with high tech machinery. Somehow,
neither of my arms are broken. My boyfriend says it's a miracle
that I'm still alive.
The Ironic Part ?
My boyfriend was in the accident with me. He was driving and he got
thrown off too. The only injury he sustained was a large gash
across his forehead and a few bruised bones. He walked away from
the accident perfectly fine, and I'm inches from death. The
doctors are confused too. They don't understand how our
injury's are so different, but there's nothing they can do
about it.
So Now I'm In The Hospital.
I'm propped up in the hospital bed. I can see my boyfriend
talking to the doctors. What was his name? I couldn't remember.
But I did remember he was my boyfriend because when I saw him, I
felt this strange feeling for him. I remembered it was called
love.
I saw them come walking towards me. Their words made no sense to
me. I heard the words, but I couldn't figure out what they
meant.
"So Isaac? What do you think we should do?" the doctor
had said to him.
"I don't know." he said, his face looked confused. I
wondered what he had said.
"Her life is in your hands. You have to make your decision.
Every minute we waste thinking, wastes another minute of her
life." the doctor looked at my boyfriend. "But when you
choose, make sure your positive of your decision. You don't
want to pick the wrong thing and then regret it if something goes
wrong."
My boyfriend nodded, and the doctor left us alone. I looked at him
and a thousand thoughts ran through my mind. He walked towards me
and placed a hand on mine. For some odd reason, I didn't feel
his touch. I tried to move my hand, but I couldn't get my
muscles to work.
A few minutes of silence passed as we just stared at each other.
Then he said something to me. I really couldn't stand not being
able to understand him, but I couldn't do anything about
it.
"Kelly ? Can you hear me ?"
Silence followed his question. I couldn't speak, but I
understood some of his words. My
english was coming
back to me. Slowly.
"Well, I'm conflicted. I have to choose if you should get
a surgery to keep you alive. But It could kill you too." he
sighed. "I hate that you can't talk. The doctor described
you as a vegetable because you can't do anything. If I
don't have them do the surgery, you'll be like this
forever. I don't know what to do."
More silence.
I longed to place my hand on his cheek. To tell him everything
would be O.
K. But I couldn't. I was, as he called
me, a vegetable.
He held my hand between both of his. I still couldn't fell
it.
"I love you." he said, leaning in and kissing my
forehead. "Goodnight."
Then he left me there. As his shaky body passed through the door
frame, he flipped the light switch off and I was in never ending
darkness. And I just sat like that. I couldn't sleep until the
nurse came in a few hours later and poured a clear liquid into my
IV. Almost immediately, I was asleep.
Well, sort of.
so this is a story i started writing a long while back, but i
didnt get a lot of feedback. so im throwing the first chapter up
now! what do you guys think? (i've gotten better at writing
since this, so don't let the bad..ness get to you)