All I hear now is beeping and frantic talking. Although I can't make out the words, I have a feeling that they're talking about me.
Suddenly, I feel a searing pain in my right arm as my senses start to come alive again. Trying to open my eyes and succeeding, I see a needle being pulled out of my skin. My eyes widen and I try to scramble away from it, but a firm grip holds me down.
I can't close my eyes now, but I see an IV being clipped on. A clear tube is attached to it, running to a bag of clear liquid hanging off one side.
As I try to look around, beams of feverish, demonic pain shot through my head. I wince, then fall back down on whatever was below me.
A voice speaks up, lingering with fright and worry.
"R-Ro? Are you okay?"
I squint around, trying to find the source of the sound. Something warm clasps my hand, and with blurred eyes, I look up.
I see a lady with wavy slightly-past shoulders brown hair, brown eyes that were filled with anxiety and tears that were threatening to overflow at any moment.
"Ro?" I realise that it is she who is talking. I try to answer her, but a sharp pain shoots through my head and cheek prevents me from doing so.
Instead, I raise my hand slightly, interlocking my fingers with her.
"R-Ro? Do you remember me? One squeeze for yes, two for no." Pictures of her flashed through my brain and I squeezed once.
"Do... Do you feel alright?"
Two squeezes.
"Um, do you want me to call the nurses?"
Two squeezes.
"Do you want anything?"
One squeeze.
"What?"
I let my mind linger for a moment. What did I want? Honestly, I didn't know. Even if I did want something, how was I going to tell her that? I doubt that anyone can find a way for me to "talk" without really talking.
"Uhh, here. Type what you want in here." She hands me a phone with the keyboard up. Slowly, my shaking hands press each key and she watches intently.
- Ny phome
She smiled at my mistyped words understandingly. "Alright, I'll get you your phone. Anthing else you want?"
Two squeezes.
"Okay." She gave me a feeble smile. "Stay safe," she says, before standing up and leaving the room.
I turn my head and see that my bed isn't the only one in the room. There's a white divider between me and the other person. I press the button for a nurse to come in. The door swings open momentarily.
"Yes? You called?" The nurse says, coming up to me. Since I didn't have Sophie's phone, I couldn't communicate. So, I simply pointed at the divider.
"Oh, the patient on the other side has a fractured ankle, she only came in two days ago. Do you want to say hi?"
I gave the tiniest nod. She smiled at me, then pushed the divider into the wall.(i know u cant do that but USE YOUR IMAGINATION)
On the bed lies a girl with glasses, her black hair splayed over the pillow. Her right leg is covered in a thick white bandage and is hung up by some metal poles.
"Oh, she is sleeping." The nurse tells me, looking at the girl. "Well, that's disappointing. Anyway, her name is Arissa." The nurse smiles at me.
I point at the end of my bed, then at Arissa's bed.
"You want to know how she fractured her ankle?" The nurse confims. I nod.
"Hmm," she walks up to Arissa's bed and takes a look at her board. "She was skateboarding, when somebody pushed her to the road, she pulled her leg away from being crushed by a car, but her ankle got badly twisted."
I nod, letting the information sink in, before pointing at myself.
"Oh you?" She says. "You were pushed down a long flight of steps, and when you landed, you hit your head badly. Luckily it didn't bleed, well, at least externally. You got hematoma. It affected part of your brain, and your mouth, so speech will be difficult." The nurse tells me sadly.
I frown, then try to turn in my bed. "Oh, uh... Be careful with that. She warns, rushing over to my side and assisting me.
"I'm Prishiar, Prish for short." She smiles. This 'Prish' person seems quite nice and friendly.
"Apparently, the person that pushed you down goes by the name Megan Lohanna." Prish informs me. She suddenly falls quiet as there is movement on Arissa's bed. We turn our attention to her, and see that she has woken up.
"Ah, Arissa." Smiles Prish. "Are you ready to have some food?"
"Uh, yeah. Okay." Arissa's croaky voice replies. Prish smiles at her, then goes out the door.
"Hey," Arissa says to me. "Whatever happened to you?"
I look around, trying to find a way to tell her. On the table beside me, Prish had left her pen there. I find a blank space on a brochure and start to scribble down.
'Hi, my name is Rowan Demsley and I'm 17 years old. I fell down a flight of stairs and got hematoma, and I can't speak.'
I pass the paper to her, and her eyes scan through my writing quickly.
"Oh..." She starts sadly. "I'm so sorry to hear that. I'm Arissa Honest, and I'm 17 years as well." She smiles at me. I look at her, also smiling, willing her to go on.
"My personality is entirely different from my name- I am not always honest. I am in love with Area 11 and The Yogscast, I'm a hardcore gamer, and I also like to skate." Hmm. I wonder what this "Area 11" and "The Yogscast" she is talking about.
I give her a confused blank look. She sighs. "The Yogscast are a group of youtubers who play games as a living. Area 11 is a band." She states matter-o-factly. I nod my head, although I didn't understand.
Prish comes back in with a push-tray, and on it there are some bowls and cups. The glasses clink together, the liquid inside swirling around.
"Here's your food, Arissa." Prish smiles, handing her a spoon and a bowl. I looked at it curiously.
"This is cereal. Do you want some?" Prish asks me. I cocked my head to the side, the got another piece of paper and wrote:
- I never had cereal before
Prish gave me a surprised look.
"You've never tried cereal before?" She asked. I shake my head. Prish smiles.
"Well, are you willing to try some?" She offers, pouring milk into a bowl. I hesitate, then nod. She shakes some tiny-biscuit-things into the bowl, then placing a spoon in it.
"Here," she says, handing me the bowl. I take it, shocked at the cold outside of it. I use the spoon to scoop a spoonful of milk and so-called-cereal, then eat it.
The flavours explode in my mouth. Oh. My. -7"(8~=. God. It. Tastes. Amazing.
Arissa looks at me, then laughs along with Prish. Why were they laughing? Was I that amusing? Really?
Just then, the door swings open again, almost making me drop the bowl out of shock.
Sophie stands there, a few nurses holding her back, and she trying to enter the room.
"THAT'S MY DAUGHTER!" Sophie screams. "SHE NEEDS ME!"

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