Crossed paths - Jenlisa adaptation

XV - Jennie

I slowly opened my eyes and from what I could already see, I was in a hospital. I looked around sleepily and my parents were there. Mom was holding my hand and my dad was stressfully rubbing his forehead. "Lisa baby," my mom gasped happily, "are you okay?" I didn't respond because I felt so tired and sleepy and my throat was burning. Mom just smiled and rubbed her thumb on my hand. "Mr and Mrs Oh, may I speak with both of you?' A doctor came over.

when my parents left me, l was joined by a lot of my friends. "Lisa are you okay?" "Lisa what happened?"

"How did you get there?" Everything was still a blur to me and l had no idea what happened. I shook my head and whined in annoyance. They all gradually stopped talking and just stood there awkwardly. I closed my eyes and wanted to sleep more but my brain wasn't having it. I breathed slowly.

The doctor and my parents came back soon. "Lisa?" | looked at all of them, "Lisa you were in an accident.

"You got stuck in an elevator with your friend Jennie Kim and that elevator fell. You were very lucky to sustain a common posterior dislocation to your hip and minor cuts on your elbows. You were taken into surgery where we stitched up your elbows and put your hip back into place. You tore a few ligaments but luckily no nerves or veins were damaged. Your injury wasn't so severe so you will most likely need onty two months with regular rehabilitation before we put you on crutches and you can return to school."

"My leg." I managed to whisper, "my leg!"

*Your leg will be fine," the doctor replied but I frantically shook my head which confused her.

"No I think she's worried if she will be able to play soccer," my mom sighed.

"Oh yes of course, in the long term, yes. But for the moment she needs to focus on healing before she starts rehabilitation. This injury shouldn't permanently effect her."

"Okay," my dad let out a sigh of relief and mentally so did I.

"Jennie!" I croaked out. I looked at the doctor and her expression instantly hardened. That wasn't good.

Please tell me she's okay!

"Jennie's state at the moment, is, um, hard to assess."

"No no no no no!"

"Lisa at the moment you need focus on your recovery."

"Yes but Ker!"

"Lisa stop it," mom stated and smiled apologetically at the doctor, "thank you so much," they nodded to each other and the doctor left us. I glared at my mom and she leaned over to kiss my forehead. I jerked my head away, "I want to know how Jennie is. I remember that she was unconscious. Don't make this a taboo, if she's dead I can deal with it. I'm not a little kid anymore!" I spat. I regretted saying that because I don't think that it would de that easy for me to get over Jennie. Especially if my Last memory of her was a bloody, dead-looking version of her.

wanted to forget that image and remember the moments before the elevator fell. Sana walked into the small ward I was in. Mom stood up and told her to Leave because only family was allowed at the moment.

Sana sighed and rolled her eyes, she then strutted out. I was so glad I didn't have her to deal with. The next day, I was told that I had to do some practises on my own, like wiggling my toes and my ankles. Obviously it hurt like hell and I wanted to have a well deserved rest after five minutes. But my mom helped me and supported me. I tried my best to exercise my joints and I was already making progress.

Said my doctor. Even though I think she was just saying that to make me feel better.

After more-or-less fifteen minutes, I was allowed to have a break. Fifteen minutes of ankle-rotating and toe-wiggling a day until I start physiotherapy. Seems fun. I didn't really do much that day until my mom went to the cafe and I was left alone. I shared a ward with three other patients, one of which, had a hot cousin in a wheelchair. After a bit of flirting, I finally got her to lend me her wheelchair. She got out of it and sat on my bed then I tried to get into the wheelchair, which proved harder than I expected.

1 almost yelled out in pain but I got through it and thanked the girl. I wheeled myself out of the room. I have good coordination anyway, out that doesn't mean that riding in a wheelchair was easy. I wheeled to the mini reception--they have one on every fioor, the main reception is on the ground floor--and looked at the receptionist who was talking on the phone. After ne finished, he looked me with a gentle smile, 'hello, are you alright?"

Yeah I'm fine, thanks. Do you know what floor Jennie McCormack is on?'

"McCormack?" He started typing in his computer, "M, c.

c. o- Karoline McCormack?"

"'Yes!' My eyes ut up and I tooked at the recectionist nopefully.

"Who is asking?""It's just me, Lisa Oh."

"Oh? How is that spelled? Is it literally just o, h?"

"Yeah!" He typed into his computer again and then scanned the screen with his eyes looking at me every now and then.

"Lisa Oh. You should be in bed resting, rather than looking for your friend."

"Sir, it's important! Jennie needs mel Please let me see if she's okay! I haven't seen her since the accidentl I practically begged and the guy looked at me with a sneaky smile, "okay, but don't tell my boss," he checked his computer again and told me the floor she was on. I grinned and gratefully thanked him.

I wheeled away and that was when it struck me, how am I going to get down to Jennie's floor in a wheelchair?

Well, Lisa you are a resilient girl and will find a way.

Because I am not going on the elevator. It's the reason we're in this hospital in the first placel I got to the stairs and struggled off the wheelchair.

It hurt my entire leg and I sat on the edge of the first stair breathing heavily. I gently nudged the wheelchair off the stairs, giving some support at first and it wheeled to the bottom, hitting the wall. There was a light crash but I don't think it broke. Then I began, slowly, one by one, dragging myself down the stairs. I winced in pain as l accidentally dropped myself on the next step. I breathed heavily again, trying to control the pain. I dragged myself down another step but I did it a lot gentler than before. Now Inceded to do it faster.

tried it again and, indeed, I was faster. But not as gentle. Eventually I got down that set of stairs and had to repeat it three more times on the swirling stairs. She was only two floors below me. A man was walking passed me and helped me up into the wheelchair. I thanked him and wheeled down the corridor, looking for Jennie's ward. She was at the ward opposite the elevator. I swear these doctors were taking the piss.

1 wheeled in and there she was. Conveniently by the window. She looked so beautiful. But she was so pale. I reached out to hold her hand and I almost jumped out of the wheelchair at how cold she was. I started panicking because I realised she could be dead. But he monitor was beeping, representing her every heartbeat.

I sighed and kissed her hand. I tried to do it romantically but I had to awkwardly and painfully try to Lean forward to kiss it. "Jennie, please wake up," my voice quivered.

I hoped that she was still under the influence of anaesthetics but I remembered the reaction of the doctor when asked about her yesterday. Jennie's head had been partially covered in big white plasters and she had a small cast on her right wrist. She's right handed, how will she write when she gets back to school? I wanted to hug her and hold her forever and make her wake up. But I, too, was in great pain.

"Lisa?" A voice startled me so much I think I re-dislocated my hip, "Lisa what are you doing here?"