Trapped

Trapped: Ch. 8

Chapter Eight

Unwanted Guests

I woke up weak, confused, and afraid. I could barely move my arms and my throat hurt severely. I attempted to call out, hoping someone would hear me, but I was too quiet.

A rather annoying beeping sound echoed through my ears as I struggled to recall where I was. The last thing I remembered was being in the treehouse with someone and then pain and darkness.

"Glad to see you're awake Jazmaine."

A petite woman in pale yellow scrubs entered the unfamiliar room and smiled at me.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Confused, in pain, and I'm starving," I quietly replied.

The woman wrote down something on the purple clipboard she was carrying then put her hand against my forehead.

"You feel a little warm, would you like me to remove some of these blankets?" she asked kindly.

"Yes please."

She pulled back three thick, wool blankets and folded them up at my feet.

"By the way, my name is Lori. I'll be your nurse for the next few days," said Lori.

With that she un-wrapped a pink stethoscope from around her next and told me to breathe deeply. After she was done listening to my lungs she said, "Here's the menu, you can order lunch whenever you're ready." She set down a piece of paper in front of me and continued. "For the pain, I'll have the doctor up your dosage on the pain meds and as for the confusion, what would you like me to clear up?"

She stared at me expectantly.

"I'm in the hospital, right?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"Well you arrived here unconscious with a cut across your neck, quite a bump on your head, and a sniffling family surrounding you," she replied.

My head was suddenly filled with images of what happened. Flashes of Vicky screaming, Derwin crying, and my mother freaking out in an ambulance flooded my mind. I raised my hand to my throat and felt the rough stitches keeping my neck closed.

"How long have I been here?" I asked.

Lori glanced down at her clipboard and said, "A week and a half."

"Oh my God."

"Yeah I know," commented Lori.

"Why so long?"

"You went into a coma 2 hours after you hit your head. It lasted a week. We recently were able to pull you out. Your mom visited six times."

I was speechless. The first thing that came to mind was: "where's my phone?"

"Can you hand me my phone?" I squeaked.

Lori handed me the phone and turned to leave. "Don't stay on too long so you don't strain your throat," she said kindly. She closed the door behind her and I flipped my phone open.

I had five texts. Three from last week, one from yesterday, and one form an hour ago. The ones from last week were from Mom and Vicky. The most recent ones were from Derwin.

"It's your fault I'm in here," I muttered to my phone.

I flipped it closed, not bothering to look at the texts- and skimmed through the menu Lori had placed in front of me. I ordered the first thing I liked and decided to take a nap.