My Once In A Lifetime Dream

Chapter 28 The Day After

The Day After

Omara’s POV

            When I open my eyes I could see white bright lights that hurt my eyes for a few seconds. I didn’t move because it hurt a lot to do so, too. While I was focusing on my surroundings I recognized that I was in a hospital, but I couldn’t understand how I got here. When I took notice that someone was holding my hands I looked toward that direction and found out someone sleeping on a chair holding my hand. I panic because he didn’t look like my father’s gray hair.

Soon after feeling a bit stronger, I tried to move my hands out of his soft grip, he wasn’t hurting me or anything, but I just didn’t know who he was. Right after my hands were free he yawns and straightens his back focusing his eyes on me. Then and there who I saw was JB, knocking me out of breath. When he saw that I was awake he jumped out of the chair and asked how I felt, if I was in some pain, if I needed something.  After asking a lot of questions he called for the nurse through the intercom expressing that I was awake and that she should call the Doctor. He nurse replayed with “just moment please”.

I couldn’t say anything at all because he didn’t let me speak he kept asking the same questions ‘till the nurse came in and pushed him to the side so she could take my vital signs and adjusted the serums while asking me if I was OK.

When I was about to speak what came out was a small murmur, to that I open my eyes wide in pain and scared. The nurse saw me get anxious so she told me that it was ok, that my voice coming out like that it’s normal because of what I went through and because I had a very high fever.

At that moment my parents came in with the doctor. As soon my parents saw JB, they were thanking him for what he has done, and then he left the room. During that time the doctor was examining me and asking about my bruises, and if knew how I got them.  Because he was saying how was I brought in.

He said that according to the information given in the emergency room two young boys rushed me in (last night), that they found me lying on the street unconscious and because they somewhat knew me they rushed me here. But when they were asked if they know my contact information they said no, but knew where I lived. The nurses and doctors needed some health details about me, so they decided to go to my house and tell my parents about where I was. But one had to stay at the hospital while the other one went to my house.

Once the doctor finishes talking, he and my parents were waiting for my response. To which I was hesitating to answer, I started to move my eyes from all three adults in front of me and getting scared of what to say and how they would react. The doctor saw my anxious face and told me to rest for now, that me getting all agitated wouldn’t help me. He told my parents not to rush me for an answer or my mental state will collapse and he left not without giving instructions to the nurse on what to give me for the pain.

When I saw my parents’ faces I knew what they were thinking. They were scared of what had happened to me, again. What might that bring back, should I need more therapy and constant watch? After a while, I called them closer and with my low voice, I told them what I thought was my answer to their questions. I told them that I was ok under the circumstances that I wouldn’t go down that same path from the past again. And yes, I need help, but not so much as before. I told them that I was more scared of the people that surround me because they don’t know me, that of the people that want to hurt me without seeing what’s true. I was yawning a lot and closed my eyes to sleep. I think I felt my mother smooth my hair ‘till I was gone under a deep sleep.