|My Interesting Hospital Visit
Author: TaylorForrealz PM
Poor Taylor has a crazy spaz moment with musical chairs and the next day goes to the hospital to see what's wrong. She not only has to deal with the annoying pain in her head but also the annoying guy she has to share a room with. Read and Review please!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Humor - Words: 3,422 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 13 - Published: 10-19-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2586062
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Note to everyone: I know I haven't update my other stories in forever but I've been focusing on fanfics lately and I've been super busy anyways with school starting and everything and me just being a high school freshman and having tennis practice or work taking up my time along with my 4 hours worth of homework every night. This story was inspires because I actually spent like 5 hours in the hospital today because I have a concussion. That's about the only this I can relate with in this story, sadly enough. Haha.
Anywayssss, just please read and review. I need it with how bad my head is aching. Cheer me up please? :)
That was the only thing I could think when I woke up. My head was throbbing. I was so sore and tired. I couldn't even think straight.
I was 18 and a senior and home all alone at the moment.
My younger sister and brother were at their friend's house for sleepovers and my parents were on their second honeymoon in Canada as we speak. Yes, you read correctly- they are in Canada.
Don't ask me why because I don't even know. I guess they have a thing for lumberjacks or something.
Well anyways back to why I'm in such agonizing pain. Well, I went to my friend Gretchen's party last night and we'd decided to play musical chairs. Yes, I know; kind of lame for 18 year olds but what can I say? We were bored and wanting to relive our childhood for a little bit.
Well she lived at the end of a dead end cul-de-sac and there wasn't enough room in her backyard or driveway so we were playing in her street.
Well I was in the top 5 when all of a sudden the music stops and I dive for the chair and my friend Kristy dives for the chair but I get in it first.
Next thing I know, I'm going backwards at a fast speed but the next thing I remember is hitting the ground and my head slamming against the curb. Apparently the chairs had gotten a little too close to the sidewalk.
I hopped right up people told me later on but I had to lean against my friend Giselle for a few seconds because for like 5 seconds I blacked out.
For the next minute or so I also could feel the bottom left part of my face because it had gone numb. I thought nothing of it though until I got home a few hours later and my head was still throbbing and I was feeling intense pain.
I called my parents and my dad was convinced that I had a concussion.
I strongly doubted it but he scared the shit out of me telling me that I had one and that I had to sleep with my head propped up with 3 pillows or sleep in a sitting position or I could get a blood clot and die in my sleep.
Gee, thanks dad. That scenario would really evoke happiness and a carefree attitude in me. Insert serious emoticon face.
Well I tried to go to bed. It hurt so badly and I didn't want to take any medicine incase I wasn't supposed to. I finally fell asleep around 2 in the morning at would wake up every hour and then fall back asleep a few minutes later.
I woke up for the final time at 10 in the morning which would lead us to where I started off.
As I mentioned- I was feeling pain, badly. This was saying a lot too considering I had a pretty high tolerance for pain. I stood up and all of a sudden everything started to spin. I sat down again and when I opened my eyes everything seemed kind of blurry like it was out of focus, but I could still see pretty clearly.
My head felt like someone was taking it and my brain and squeezing with an iron grip. I went to open the blinds and immediately closed them again. I could NOT take that light.
The minute it hit my eyes it hurt like hell and went right to the pain in my head. This sucks.
On top of all of that I felt like I was going to puke any second. I decided to take my dad's advice and go to the hospital. I went to jump in the shower because I looked like hell heated over in the microwave and I really just needed to feel a little relaxed.
The pressure of the water hurt the back of my neck that has been hurting so bad since I woke up and when the water hit my head it hurt. I got through it as fast as I could though and jumped out, changed into sweat, blew dry my hair (which hurt just so you know), and got my insurance card from where my parents kept them all.
I may sound like I'm complaining an awful lot here but you would be to if you were me.
I decided that I was gonna grab a bottle of water and head out to the hospital. It probably isn't very safe for me to be driving in my condition at the moment, but I'll take my chances.
I tried to keep everything in focus as I made the 10 minute drive to the hospital.
I got there and went to the desk to check in or whatever and give them my insurance card.
It was pretty empty except for a little Asian kid who looked to be about 5 and held her wrapped up bleeding finger in her other hand and stared at it frowning angrily as if she could just scare the injury away.
I turned back to the woman behind the glass at the desk where I'd gone to and she told me that I would be called in shortly.
I went to sit in the waiting room by the little Asian girl and her parents as I waited not so patiently. My brown hair was just left down and I was wearing a t-shirt and a hoodie with sweatpants and my brown Uggs. I also wore no make up and put my hood over my head, trying to keep the light away from my eyes.
I was pretty much in my pajamas and sitting on the uncomfortable waiting room chair in a ball with my knees to my chest.
About a minute after I sat down the little girl who I found out was named Alice Lee was called in. Not even five minutes later I heard a pleasantly plump nurse call my name.
"Taylor Barsons," she called out merrily.
"Here," I said irritated as I raised my hand and stood up to go and follow her into the next room.
"Well isn't somebody cheery and full of life today look at the bright side, you could meet your soul mate any minute in this very hospital," she said, still smiling.
"Hmphh," I said my hood still up and over my face as I took a seat in the small examination room.
"Well what seems to be the problem deary?" she asked looking concerned.
I sighed, "Well, my head hurts and my dad thinks that I have a concussion. I don't think so but I'm just here to double check and prove him wrong."
I repeated all of my symptoms to her as she typed it down and took my pulse and blood pressure and such.
She nodded and when she was done she lead me to a hospital room and told me to wait here for the doctor.
I sighed and went to lie down and found that it hurt too much. This sucks hardcore.
Who the hell knew how long it would take for the doctor to come anyways.
I sighed and twiddled my thumbs as I waited annoyed. Finally someone walked in.
It wasn't my doctor though. It seemed to be a boy about my age with dark brown hair and stood at least a foot taller than me and I was probably about average height at 5' 4". The nurse led him to the bed next to mine. I hate situations like these. I usually got stuck with the most obnoxious or awkward people in the world. I watched discreetly as he sat down on the uncomfortable bed and she told him that the doctor would be here shortly.
Pshhhh. Shortly? Try in like a half hour if not longer. That's always how these stupid hospitals worked.
The nurse closed the door so that there was only a crack of it left open and I turned to stare at my cell phone. I was already 11:30. I was starving. But if I ate anything I feel like I would probably barf it back up.
I just wanted the horrendous feeling in my head to go away. I would do anything. Even become celibate. And this is coming from me, which is a big time thing. My friend Gabby had once asked me if I would give up sex forever if it would cure AIDS. I then responded by saying that "just because people with AIDS can't have sex that doesn't mean that I can't". Yeah, I know that sounds kind of harsh, but what can I say?
I slumped forward again and pulled my hood over my head as I tried to make the pain go away as I covered my ears. I truthfully don't know how that would help but it was worth a try.
I suddenly heard someone humming the Spongebob Squarepants theme song.
I slowly lifted my head and looked somberly and annoyed at the guy who was sitting on the bed two feet way from mine staring at me smiling widely as he stopped humming and had his long legs dangling over the edge and he was swinging them. How someone with his height could do that was beyond me.
"Could you possibly refrain from continuing doing that for the rest of the time that I am in this room with you," I asked glaring at him.
He scrunched his eyebrows together as if he was in deep thought and then smiled as he looked at me and said, "Possibly."
I just looked at him, "What do you mean 'possible'?"
"Well if I stop then you need to do something for me," he said as if it was common knowledge.
"I just want you to know that you are one of the most annoying people that I have ever had the displeasure to sit in a 20 feet radius with."
"That's fine by me," he said still smiling.
"Ok. What do you want?" I asked angrily.
"I want a hug," he said simply.
"Um, no?" I said disbelieving.
Did this guy, this stranger really want me to hug him?
Not happening you creeper.
"I know how creepy that sounds but I think you would enjoy one of my hugs," he told me truthfully.
"Says the guy who was humming Spongebob," I mumbled.
He must've heard me, "I'll let you know that it is fine for an 18 year old male to be humming Spongebob. Now I think that you could be rightfully creeped out if I had been humming the Hannah Montana theme song."
Ok well at least I now know that he is 18 so he is not a weirdo pedophile. He also had a point about the Hannah Montana thing.
"Sorry, but I don't hug people who I don't know."
"Well, my name is Gabriel Alexander Sapurto and I'm 18 go to Bradley High School and looking at your sweatshirt I can see that you go to Cranforry High School which is the town right next to mine. I also am in a band and hopefully will one day be rich and famous."
He gave me a cheeky grin after excitedly introducing himself to me.
"That's nice," I said.
"And you are… Taylor Barsons and you are 18," he said as he read it off the bracelet thing that they had to give me when I first got here.
I snatched my wrist back immediately, surprised at the warmth that I felt when his skin made contact with mine.
Suddenly I felt the pain in my head and I really did just want a hug.
I latched onto his tall lanky frame and just tightly sat on the bed wrapping my arms around his torso.
He seemed shocked for about a second before responding warmly and leaning down and wrapping his arms around me, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck.
The surprisingly intimidate embrace would've seemed weird to me if it hadn't of felt as natural as it does.
"It just hurts so bad. I just want the pain to go away," I mumbled into his side as he continued to hold tightly onto me, not touching my aching head, thank god.
"Shhh. It's gonna be fine," he tried to reassure me as he whispered in my ear.
I finally decided to let go of him and stand up and as did that the doctor walked into the room.
"Taylor?" the old balding male doctor asked.
"Yes?" I answered as Gabe gave me my space and let me talk to the doctor.
"I'm Dr. Willis and I'll be your doctor today."
I just nodded and he began checking everything out.
He checked everything that that other nice cheery nurse had and then checked my pupils and asked me some questions regarding where I felt pain and how badly it hurt.
"Well I have come to the obvious conclusion that you've got a concussion Taylor, and it actually seems pretty bad," he told me.
I just sighed and mumbled, "Great, my stupid dad was right."
"Well, what am I supposed to do about it?" I asked.
"Well we wanna take you for a ct scan to make sure that there's no fracture in the skull or any bleeding in your brain," he said backing out of the room.
"A nurse will be here shortly to assist you to get your scan done and then we'll check your results and tell you what happened once all that's done," the doctor said as he closed the door the same way that the nurse had not even 20 minutes ago.
"That sounds pretty serious," I heard Gabe say from where he was sitting; in the same position he has been when he had started the humming.
"Nothing I won't be able to handle. I don't think they're like deadly or anything. Just painful," I told him, only glancing at him once.
"So why are you here?" I asked him as a way to try and change the subject.
"Well, I'm waiting to donate blood," he informed me.
"Oh, that's cool," I said and on the inside I thought that was so sweet for some reason.
Don't do this my mind warned.
Don't start crushing on this guy that you don't even know.
You know him, his name is Gabriel Alexander Sapurto…
Mind, don't do this; too late.
This guy was too cute to resist. That doesn't mean that he has to know though.
The nurse came to get me and I got into wheelchair that she's brought, my legs still feeling wobbly when I tried to walk and I looked back one last time to see Gabe giving me two thumbs up as I was wheeled away. I couldn't help but smile and shake my head.
The scan only took about 15 minutes but I was scared that he wouldn't still be in the room when I got back.
I was getting way to attached to this guy too fast.
I got back to the room and the nurse let me out of the wheelchair and I looked and saw Gabe asleep on my bed.
I couldn't help but kind of chuckle.
I could see a rubber band on the table beside him so I could only assume that he'd already gotten the blood taken from him.
Then why the hell was he still here?
I walked slowly towards him and hesitantly began to shake him as a way to try and wake him up.
I heard some mumbling and a whiney "it's too earlyyyyyyyy." Come from his mouth before I told him that it was 12 o'clock in the afternoon which is not early.
"Oh shush Taylor," he said as he opened his eyes lazily and pulled me on top of him.
I squealed and rolled so that I was lying next to him yet he still held me to his side in a vice grip. His grip was firm but comfortable, just like his hugs.
I looked into his eyes and say them to be the prettiest brown color I'd ever seen in my life. They were like this dark brown color with flecks of gold in them. His eyes made my blue-green ones seem fugly.
"You have gorgeous eyes," he told me all of a sudden.
Had he been reading my mind?
"Thanks," I told him grinning, "You're eyes are pretty too."
"You know, I were a man who was not secure with his masculinity I would be kind of offended at having my eyes referred to as 'pretty' but good thing I'm very secure enough in my manliness. And thanks btw," he told me grinning again.
This guy was amazing, he just radiated happiness and optimism, he was just the kind of person I needed in my life.
My doctor walked back in with my results and we sprung apart as quickly as possible.
The doctor just chuckled and shook his head, "I've got your results and you're fine to go home as long as you promise me that you will take it easy and not over exert yourself. You also need someone to keep close watch of you for the next 24 hours."
I just nodded my head wondering who the hell would watch me when I was left home alone for two more days since we had no school on Monday and the siblings were going to my grand parents house and my parents would still be away.
The doctor gave me the paper work and I just nodded to everything he said, so ready to just go home and sleep some more.
The doctor left me and I turned to get my stuff and I felt to long arms wrap around my waist.
"Sooo, need any company?" Gabe asked charmingly as he kissed me behind the ear.
"If that company is willing to baby sit me for the next 24 hours and pretty much just nap and relax," I told him as I turned around to face him and be hugged into his embrace.
"That sounds perfect," he said as he rubbed his nose against mine and looked into my eyes.
We decided that we'd leave his car here and we could pick it up later as we headed toward my car to drive to my house and take a nap.
We walked out of the hospital with his arm around my waste and me snuggled into his side as I waved good bye to the cheery nurse who smiled at my and winked knowingly, I couldn't help but smile back at her and wave good bye.
I found Gabe to be looking down at me playfully as if questioning what that was all about.
I just shook my head and bumped him with my hip as he bumped me back and I couldn't contain my giggles.
As I shielded my eyes from the bright sun, trying to stop my head from aching I looked up at Gabe as he looked down at me and kissed my forehead.
I couldn't help but smile at that sweet gesture.
I made a decision right there and then: This concussion and all this pain was sooo worth it.