The small, pretty nurse just came in and took the IV out of my hand. There’s a big bruise that is black and green where it was, it is gross and hurts. They put a band-aid on it for me, one that covers my whole hand. I also got to change clothes; I’m in my Sailor Moon sweatshirt I got for last Christmas. And pants. I have pants! I am so excited not to be in a hospital “gown,” as Mom called it. It seemed more like a sheet cut up with holes to me. Mom and Dad were here a little bit ago. I went to the bathroom and thought I heard them say something, but I didn’t hear what, and now they’re gone. I have to find them. They can’t leave without me. I’m ready to go home. Where are they? I open my door and look out. I don’t see anyone. No Mom, no Dad, no doctors, no nurses, pretty or ugly. Where is everyone? I walk out into the hall to look for my parents, so I can remind them that they are supposed to take me home. It’s so quiet, I walk slowly looking around the big desk and down hallways. I check in the sky blue playroom, but it’s empty. I start to walk faster looking around. Why am I alone? Where are Mom and Dad? I stop and look up, noticing a painting. I have seen this tree painting before. It is so sad. The trees branches are all droopy and there is barely any color, just all different shades of brown. There are a lot of pictures of trees in this maze. I don’t get why there are so many trees. They just make me miss being outside. It makes me sad looking at them. Are they supposed to make people happy? Well, they don’t make me happy. I want to find my parents so they can take me outside for real. Did they leave me? I want them and I want to go home. I look around again and realize I’m not sure where I am, or where my room is. I have to find my room. They may be there looking for me. I start walking again trying to remember which poor, unfortunate, soul tree is near my room. These empty hallways are starting to remind me of a scary movie I watched with my grandma. It was called Halloween. In it, the girl was running from her scary brother all through an empty hospital. I like scary movies, that one was probably my favorite, but I don’t like being in one. After walking for what feels like forever I notice a room with a colorful, “Get Well” balloon, one just like my Uncle Tye got me. I run into my room and get out of the creepy hallways. The room is still empty. Where are they? I sit down on the once-fun and moveable bed that is no longer exciting and curl up. I want to go home and I want Mom and Dad. They promised I could go home. I can feel myself start crying and it feels like there’s no spit left in my mouth. My whole body feels like my foot when I sit on it for too long. Like spiders are crawling all over it. My head hurts and I keep hearing a deep voice, but I can’t open my eyes. “This is a glucose tablet that will help bring her sugar up.” What? Who is that? I feel something grab my arms really hard. Oh no! Someone’s trying to get me, their tentacle-like arms wrapping around me. I’m jerked up and something that feels like chalk is shoved into my mouth and someone holds it closed until I swallow. I start fighting, they won’t get me so easily. I swing my arms and kick my feet, trying to scream but nothing comes out. “Baby, baby calm down. It’s okay.” I freeze, Daddy? It smells like him, but when I finally get my eyes open, it’s just a foggy, blurry mess. “Daaaaa” Why can’t I say his name? What’s going on? “It’s okay sweetie, just lean against me and relax. Can you take a drink out of this straw for me?” he asks while petting my head and pushing something to my mouth. I take a big drink of the grape juice and spit it out everywhere. Why? He knows I hate grape. I feel someone wipe my mouth off. “Can we get her some red juice or a pop? She’s obviously coherent enough to still not like grape juice.” Mommy? “Muuuuuuun” Why don’t I sound right? “Here, hunny, drink this. It’s a pop.” I take another drink and swallow. Things are becoming less blurry. My head feels like The Hulk is grabbing it with all his might. After a while of lying there in between Mommy and Daddy, things stop being so fuzzy and I don’t feel like my whole body’s being attacked by creepy-crawlies. “Mommy?” Oh, yay, I sound right now. “What was that?” “You just had low blood sugar, sweetie. That’s when you have too big of a shot and not enough food.” “Am I okay now?” “Yes, sweetie.” Mommy’s face doesn’t look right. She doesn’t seem happy. She seems scared. Comments are closed.
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