-Bella-
“Please, just let me get out of here!” I pleaded with the nurse who was bringing me some food.
She was about my age, and if I remembered correctly, her name was Sara. She was usually very sweet, but right now, I found her frustrating. I just wanted to get out of here, and she was stopping me.
“Please!”
“You know you’re not strong enough to leave the bed. You need more rest,” she insisted gently, placing a hand on my shoulder to keep me from trying to get up.
“But I want to look for my brother!”
I had made a deal with my father that once I could get out of bed on my own, I could go search for my brother. I knew my father hoped this meant I’d stay in bed for at least another week, but I was too stubborn to stay here even a minute longer.
“Please, just give me a hand,” I said,
