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Outside of the truck there was blinding snow, icy roads, and busy nurses. I jumped out the door into the Hospital only to be struck with fear. The smell of all the medical equipment, hand sanitizer, and fresh moped floors. The sweet sound of the women's voice came over the speaker and I was then in an empty room by myself. The doors "Whooshed" open and then doctor strutted in. The pain in my arm was excruciating and I almost cried like a baby. I watched a clear liquid in a bag drip slowly and staidly into my arm. The white wall became blue and then lights became brighter. The doctors voice was fading away and everything visible was gone. The tingling in my toes felt like a million bee stings....Next thing I knew I was waking up in an unknown place only staring at a clock. Time seemed to be going slower and slower and my heart started to pound harder. Where was I? Who is her with me? Why am I here? What is going on? My body was dead and my throat was numb. The taste of Apple Juice never tasted better. A voice came clear on my left side and I then was taken to a room where I finally say my parents. I was pushed out of the hospital in a wheelchair and back into the truck where I only say blinding snow, icy roads, and a focused driver.

The pain was unbearable, but the fluffy couch had never felt better. I slept there for hours not even moving. The delicious scent of dinner made my mouth water wanting to eat. I was stuck only eating ice cream and soup. It burned just to smoothly sliding it down. About every 3-4 hours I was forced to take pain medicine, except I refused too because it tasted toxic. I bent over the side of the long couch and spit anything still in my mouth. The bright sun peeked into the large windows. The rays struck my body heating me up quickly.

Back at the hospital the freshly mopped floors and the wide open, empty rooms sat waiting for patients. The bed lye there waiting for me to crawl into. My body felt like jello just going along with the flow. The tears rolled down my face and my legs were shaking more than a paint mixer. The scent of fresh blood, the blank face of a new nurse, and the sound of the doctors voice bring nothing but bad news. The liquid forced down my throat was burned the sore but man did that little bit fill my empty stomach up. The flexible bed rose up and down with the whispers going on while I laid there resting. The bodies swarmed around me and the food brought in just sat there waiting to eaten. The sight of a wheelchair and the white truck pulling up was the most relived I had felt in 2 weeks.