Kate Montgomery has no other choice, but to travel abroad to forget about a special someone that left her broken and alone. After several months of trying to move on and forget about her painful experiences, she flies away to Italy with her best fri...
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I felt dead. Literally.
The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was that everything was white: white walls, white ceiling, everything.
I sucked in a deep breath when something was pressed against my stomach.
"Ah", I groaned softly and tried to move my arm. I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt so heavy.
"Miss, can you hear me?", someone asked while snapping their fingers in front of my face. I tried to nod but failed when a sudden pain erupted from my stomach and made its way to my back, making me shut my eyes in agony. I gasped at the amount of pain and arched my back and tried to suppress the cry that was threatening to escape.
"I-it hurts", I gasped and fisted my hand in the thin white sheets that covered me. I felt a little sharp pain in my arms and I started to slowly relax. I could faintly hear the beeping machine decreasing by each minute. My ears perked up when I heard commotion outside, hearing many voices at once.
People are way too loud sometimes. Something started to kick in my body that I slowly drifted off to sleep again.
When I woke up again, the pain wasn't as intense as it was before. I looked down and noticed I had my left arm bandaged with a white cast, along with my chest covered in bandages. Every now and then a nurse would come and give me painkillers and some other liquid medicine. My eyes flew open when I heard the door bang open and several people came inside. I internally groaned and tried to suppress the headache that was threating to happen. I really wasn't in the mood to explain what happened, I just wanted to rest. Snapping out of my thoughts, I offered a weakly smile at my parents.
"Hey," I whispered to them in a raspy voice. My mom looked at me with pain in her eyes while coming to me and hugging the life out of me. I whimpered when she pressed too hard on my chest, making her pull away fast. I knew millions of questions were about to be shot my way. My mouth was dry and I was hungry, I was not in the mood to explain anything.
"How are you feeling, honey?" my mom asked softly. I was surprised how calm she was, even my dad looked at her in astonishment.
"I feel fine, I just want to rest," I replied. She carefully took my hand and gave a gentle squeeze. She traced my bandages with her fingers while tears escaped her eyes. My dad looked at her and embraced her in a tight hug, telling her with his actions that everything was going to be alright.
After our small exchange, we fell into a comfortable silence. My parents sat beside on the chair with their heads resting on the wall behind them. I then turned my gaze to the small tv place in front of the bed, trying to decipher what the actors were saying, but failed when I realized the audio was in Italian . I closed my eyes and shifted on the bed, trying to get more comfortable. Hospital beds tend to be hard as hell, it felt as if I were sleeping on big rock. I really needed a rest.
