I HATE THAT NOISE, I hate the aches and pains in my joints, I hate this bed.
“Has the doctor said when I can be discharged?” I ask Michael for the umpteenth time this week.
Nothing frustrates me more than hospitals. I despise this place.
When I was nine I fractured my femur climbing the old oak tree at my Papa's house. He rushed me to the hospital and I was stuck there on all the same unnecessary stuff I am today.
Besides now I did almost die, and I am currently stuck in a cast for the next four and a half weeks remaining.
Vincent and Michael have been at war with each other on who gets to stay with me and I am likely going to have a heart attack before this week is finished.
My mother has been in and out with Uncle Hector and Rae.
My dad hasn't showed up yet, but Mason is currently
