There were no more tubes down her throat when Isabelle awoke again, but there was also no relief from the pain.
“Uhh, arghhh, gahh,” were the first words out of her mouth, and every single syllable ripped at her vocal cords.
“Belle!”
Slowly opening her eyes revealed her Mum and Dad’s pale and drawn faces as they hovered above her.
“Hey sweetie, it’s so good to see your eyes again,” her Mum said before swiftly bursting into tears.
Her Dad held his own tears back as he kissed her forehead gently.
“The doctor should be here soon to check your vitals. You were in an incident with Kimberley and her sorry excuse-”
“James,” her Mum said sharply. “You’re not helping.”
With a deep breath her Dad started again. “You were hurt pretty bad, honey, but you’re going to make a full recovery.”
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