to be determined [A FORMER WATTPAD FEATURED STORY]

TEN

It's hazy, the whole experience.

"When we stopped the aneurysm from bursting, we prevented blood flow in your brain."

I hurt all over. There is locks of red hair and shades of green bursting to life before my eyes, and then there is white.

There is white everywhere.

"You stroked out."

It was a whisper, a low voice that was barely heard over the high pitched ringing in my ears and barely recognized as I tried to concentrate on the feeling of my fingers twirling through the bed sheets.

My mouth is incredibly dry as I look up to Dr. Letterman.

"A stroke?"

"Yes," she says, "a stroke."

"Am I okay?" I ask.

"Yes." Her breaths are rigid as she looks down at me, a ghostly smile etching onto her face. "You're doing okay."

I'm doing okay.