Chapter 10- Good Morning, Sunshine
When first waking up in a hospital, people always expect to see the same thing: Waking up to the blur of white walls, and the sound of various beeping machines, and then a young nurse with a pretty voice saying "Oh good, you're awake" as she refills some IV pouch thing or brings you flowers from your mother.
That's not really what happens. Well, to me anyways. The first thing I felt was the uncomfortable pillow I was laying on and the needle in my arm.
I've never been the biggest fan of hospitals. I haven't had any bad experiences with them, and my dad even works at one. It's kind of irrational. Maybe it's just the thought of being so… exposed.
I looked at my surroundings. The wall in front of me had a dry erase board, and a little box television. On my right was a heart rate monitor and a morphine bag. My heart rate was a sluggish 63. Behind those was a light blue curtain. I heard faint beeping behind it, so I assumed that there was another hospital bed on the other side. On my left was a little nightstand with a generic electric clock on it- 3:47 A.M. I saw my cell phone on its charger and a note:
Hey Allison. If you're reading this you woke up before I could back. You've been out for an entire day, but the nurse told me to leave when it was 1 this morning. Your principal told me that someone broke into the school and you saved a lot of lives yesterday. I'm proud of you, Allison. I'll see you at around 7 -Mom
I considered calling my mother and telling her I was okay, but I decided against it. She needed her sleep, and I had no interest in moving a muscle. I couldn't feel very much pain right now, but I knew the second I moved it would rip through me like high tide. So I clenched the buzzer next to my hand and pressed the button, giving me a shot of morphine. I fell asleep within minutes.
"Mom, I don't need to be here, I feel perfectly fine."
"You only 'feel fine' when you have a bag of morphine in your arm. I know how painful it really is for you Allison, I'm not an idiot. I know you want to look strong for all of your friends at school but you've done plenty of that already."
"Mom, if it was that painful I wouldn't have left the hospital room! But see, we left the room, and went all the way to the cafeteria, and I feel fine."
"You're in a wheelchair, and you're still connected to painkillers."
I sighed. There was no way she was going to budge. The happiness of me being alive and her being proud of me had slowly tumbled away to her realistic mind realizing "how stupid I was to sacrifice myself." I took another bite of my butterscotch pudding. "I'm going to the restroom, don't go anywhere." I nodded and she left.
I looked over at the entrance of the cafeteria and saw a woman with bouncy blonde hair and a bright smile who I vaguely recognized. Behind her stood a few guys with microphones and cameras. The lady walked over to me and smiled calmly.
"Hello, young lady. My name is Dara Jensen from Channel 4 news. Can we ask you a few questions?"
I really didn't want to answer any questions. I wanted to eat my pudding in peace. But I also didn't want to be that temper-tantrum movie start type girl who denied them. I decided to just suck it up. "Sure, go ahead."
"Alright then." She grabbed the microphone and turned to the guy with the news camera. He handed her a little pack with a cord hanging off of it. "This is a microphone. Put this little clip on your collar, and tuck the pack behind you." I did as she said, and when we were ready she nodded. The other two guys starting taking pictures of us. The news camera guy counted down from five with his fingers, and Dara Jensen flashed a smile and started talking in a bright, quick tone. It looked like she had just done a shot of espresso, but I knew it was a mind set for the camera.
"Well, here we are at the Children's Medical Center. I'm here with Allison Kare, the hero who saved her high school from a band of criminals." She turned to me and flipped her hair. "It's an honor to meet you, Allison. You've done an amazing thing."
"Thank you." I nodded and smiled a little bit.
"So tell me, what was going through your mind when you found out that they were looking for you?"
Crap. I hadn't even thought of a cover story. Better think on my toes. "I was really confused. I had no idea why these people wanted me. They didn't even sound familiar."
She nodded. "Now I'm sure everybody is asking this back home, including myself." She smirked and flipped her hair again. "But why did you decide to stand up to them?"
"The guy who attacked our school said that the people in the office wouldn't tell them what class I was in. So he said I had 60 seconds to tell them what room I was in or he would kill everybody in the office."
Sara Jensen put her hand on her chest. "My goodness, that must have been a lot of pressure put onto you."
I nodded. "I knew what I had to do. In my mind, it was either one person dies, or a dozen people die… In the end though, nobody died, so I guess it wasn't in vain."
"That's truly beautiful, Allison. You're an inspiration to many people." She turned back to the camera. "From Channel 4 News, I'm Sara Jensen." She paused for a second until the camera man put the camera down, and then she relaxed. She handed him her microphone, and I took off my pack and gave it to him also.
"Thank you for answering my questions, Miss Kare."
"Of course." I smiled.
She paused for a second. "You know, you look slightly familiar… But I can't tell from what."
"I can't either." I prayed that she didn't recognize me.
"I've got it! Last summer I covered the story about the murder of Luke Senton. He was an illegal weapons dealer."
Well, shit. "Oh yeah, I watched that."
She nodded. "I remember the police drew a picture that looks an awful lot like you based on the descriptions from the witnesses."
I laughed nervously. "Yeah, I remember that. But they said the girl's hair was brown. Mine's dark red, see?" I thanked the heavens above I had dyed my hair before school started.
She shrugged. "Good point. Ah well, maybe I'm just seeing things. Thank you again Allison." I nodded and she left the cafeteria with the camera guys. I took another bite of my pudding and sighed.