I woke up in a cold sweat, panting, almost hyperventilating. I stared at the cobwebbed ceiling of Sally's room.
Stupid dreams, stupid nightmares!
It's been like that since I wasvery young, I would always have dreams which had something to do with my feelings and situations that day.
When I watched movies about magic, that's what I'd dream about. When my sister moved away, I dreamt about her leaving and never coming home again.
I would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, my face and pillow soaking wet, and my throat sore from crying and screaming out in my sleep. My mum got used to it, and only came to check on me if i was to quiet.
I hope I wasn't screaming!
I peeked over the edge of the bunk to make sure Sally was still sleeping.
She didn't move a muscle. I couldn't even tellif she was breathing [author's note: This made me think of 'Famous Last Words' by MCR... "Awake and Unafraid, asleep or dead."]
It was very dark, the only light peeking through the gaps in the drapes that hung over the wide window. [author's note: This is not, i repeat not a reference to the Lemony Snicket!]
I suddenly received a major head rush, and felt myself falling to the floor, landing on my back with an almighty...
'SMACK!!! THUD!!!'
"AH, shoot!" I screamed curling into a ball on the cold, concrete floor, grasping my throbbing head.
Sally woke with a start. She sprung out of bed in panic and knelled beside me.
"Oh my goodness! Are you alright?"
I couldn't answer for screaming.
"Calm down! PLEASE! You'll be okay, just let me see it!" She panicked, trying to move my hands out of he way. I could feel some sort of liquid on my hands. I could smell it. I began to get nauseous and queasy.
The only word I could think was blood.
'Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood.'
"Please. Let me see."
I couldn't pass out! I wouldn't let myself. If I did, the Doctor would have a reason to experiment on me.
I slowly released my bloody hands from my gushing head.
"Oh my, you're bleeding." She ran to the wall and flicked a switch, turning on the immensely, bright, lights over my head. It stung my eyes and made my headache even worse.
She pulled a cloth from a drawer and held it against the cut, putting pressure on it to slow the flow down. [he he it rhymed]
She called in the doctor, while fumbling about for another cloth.
I couldn't cry, which was odd for the amount of pain I was in, and my fingers and toes became numb. I couldn't scream anymore, I'd given up trying, the pain wouldn't stop if I cried or not. It showed no mercy.
Doctor Finklestein opened the huge door.
"What is all this racket?" He bellowed. "I told you not to disturb me!"
"She's hurt! She fell from the bunk. She's bleeding!"
"Well that changes things, let me see." He had calmed down, but only slightly. He was still angered. "Hm, I see. You will need stitches. Sally help her up. Bring her to the operating room."
'UH-OH!' I thought.
Sally handed me the cloth and told me to press it against my head. She struggled to pick me up from the ground. She draped one of myarms around the back of her neck and held my waist for support. I limped down the hall. Turns out I hurt my foot as well.
Why was there no bar on the top bunk, anyways?
There was a chair with many needles and scissors and scalpels on a tray beside it.
I felt the colour I still had in my face completely disappear.
Sally set me on the chair as Doctor Finklestein adjusted himself to reach my head. Sally cleaned up and came back to my side.
The blood was running down my face,into my mouth, leaving a bitter, salty taste, and it was runningvery close to my eyes. That's going to sting!
But not as much as the sudden burning sensation at the top of my skull. I realised there was now a sharp object sticking through my skin, and some sort of anesthetic was being injected into the open wound.
The pain began to subside, and I slowly lost awareness of my surroundings. The last thing I heard was-
"Pass me the needle, Sally." And the clink of the equipment moving on the metal tray.
