Maybe we could be roommates after the flood, Bluebird.

~Sandy

When i wake up, there is a sort of alarm going off. I asumed it was a fire alarm. Then i glance around. Where are the doctors? And nurses?  Shouldn't thet be here for the early morning sergury? 

I try to sit up and look around, and i feal my chest get all tight where a wirethinngy was taped to it. The cast that my arm was in brushed against the wire and i winced as it pulled a little on it. My leg was suspended in the air on one of those nice, uncomfortable things. You know, the thing that they rest the leg on while its healing. 

I looked at the thing that read my blood pressur. All good. Well i was no doctor but it was making the normal beepy sound.

They had replaced my lung as soon as i got there, another reason i was shipped here. It was the only place with a lung matching my special O- blood. 

But they havent found a heart yet. I'm pretty worried about that.

I untangle my arm from the wire and settle back down on my pillow. I reach for the remote and turn the TV on. 

Thunder rummbles and liggtning flashed, aluminating everything in the room and outside the window. The rain is pealting hard now. Then i realized, the alarm stopped. 

That was quite reassuring.

"It looks like therewill be extream thunderstorms all over Albuquerque, and expect flooding around the Rio gra-" thats when the TV flashed off. Then the lights in my room flashed, and turned off. 

My brain took a few moments to prosees this. Probably because of the concution. I wasnt surprised that it hadent of taken longer. 

The Rio Grande was right next to us. 

Did that mean…..

"Help!" i screamed. But it sounded more like, "hahahp!" 

Was i going to drown?

And thats when i heard the water rush in. 

Please don't die on me. I'll catch up tonight and maybe post. If not, I'll post after school tomorrow. 

I'm a little busy with combined rehearsals and school work but I will try to stay committed 🙂

Iris~

Halfway up the stairs, I froze. I heard someone scream from one of the adjoining hallways. I knew they wouldn't let me, but I sat up.

"Stop the-er, bed!" I cried. They stopped, and I jumped off.  My head spun, but I shook it and stumbled down the hallway. The nurses followed. Water was coming from under a doorway at the end of the hall, and I ran to it. Quickly, I opened the door. By some unseen force, most of the water stayed inside the doorway, and I thanked the Lord for that. I waded in–the water was to my knees–and noticed Sunny, halfway up the pole that ran through the middle of the room. All her wires were still attached.

"Get them off!" I yelled at the nurses. They waded in and unplugged Sunny. I pulled her out the room, supporting her on my shoulder, and we made it back to the stairwell, where my bed still sat.

"Thank you," She panted, and collapsed onto my bed.

I smiled faintly. The world spun before dimming.

"Melcomd…" I murmured. My head pained, and I fell to the floor.

That was the last thing I remembered. 

~Sandy

Everything hurt. I was going to die anyway, so where's the fun in drowning and excepting it? 

That pole in the middle of the room prevented me from getting wet. But the wires pulled and my…..Well to be honest my everything throbbed. But my head was killing me.

I tried screaming again, assuming no one will hear me through the closed door and rushing water. 

But just as I was about to yank those stupid wires from my chest myself, the door slammed open and a mostly balled girl came staggering in was a bunch of confused nurses. The girl yelled something, I didn't know, maybe she did, oh my head hurt. I could even hear the water…..And…..they were becoming blurry figurs…….

The suddenly anxious nurses carefully lifted me from the pole, professionally removes the wires, and thanks goodness, the ducktape.  The itchy, no good, duckttape.

Then they carried me from the room, the lounge girl leading away. They placed me on her bead, and I was completely 100% surprised that it wasn't soaking wet, and that I was also dry. "Thank you." I murmmered. Wait, did I actually say a word? Maybe I was getting better after all.

Then I heard a crash, and blacked out.

When I woke I found myself on a higher, different bead. Don't ask me how I know, but it was defiantly different. All the wire were back and hooked up to me. It was like it was all a dream. "I know you won't like it, but the rooms are running short up here so you have s roommate." It was one of the nurses. I sat up, or tried to, and glanced around.

My new roommate was a boy, and its probably just me and my concution, but he looked about my age, and super cute. Oh, and look. He had a pet blob over there. It was a moving blob. You know, to be honest I've always wanted a blob for a pet. 

I think me and him were going to be friends.  

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And just to let you all know, Sandy isn't the……smartest. And that blob I was talking about was your dog but you know because of her concution it was blurry so all she saw was a blob. Oh and did you know that saw spelled backwards is was? I just figured that out writing, saw was. 🙂

Poke poke!

Sitting here watching volleyball :):) Go Team USA!!! Oh, and I'm freaking out over watching the new Star Wars trailer TOMORROW! 

Jeremy~

"You're Cleo's nurse too, right? So, what would, you know, cheer her up?" 

"We all need cheering during all this rain," Nurse Mata replies, trying (and failing) to brush her bouyant and tightly spiraled black hair out of her face.

"Actually, I like the rain," I comment, "it's kind of thrilling and dark. Besides, grey is my favorite color."

"I think you've told me that, mmmm…five times? Six? I've lost count?" She teases, smiling her naturally rather saucy grin and arching her impeccably arched eyebrows even higher. Honestly, I believe that meeting Nurse Mata is the best thing that has happened to me as result of the hospital change. Her personality is brilliant and amazing. 

"You should talk to her," she say, quickly changing the subject.

"Who? Cleo?"

"Yes, just…talk." 

"That's it? But…what should I say?"

"Just talk…" 

"Okay, so like 'Hi Cleo, I don't know you, you don't know me, this isn't awkward at all…'" I say in a mockingly high voice. 

"Don't be that way," Nurse Mata retorts, although without rebuke in her voice.

"She'll think I'm weird."

"You don't even know her." I blush. She's right.

~.~

It feels weird to be pointed out. As in someone saying "hey, there's the new boy!" And you having to pretend like you didn't hear. So I turned away until the nurse led Cleo up to the doorway. 

"Hi, I'm Cleo!" She exclaims happily. Her long, wavy hair ripples over her shoulder. 

"Nice to meet you. I'm Jeremy. What are you here for?" I ask, hoping I'm not being too bold. Oh well. Be bold! Be brave! And if the girl thinks you're weird, she's probably right. But nevertheless, I find Cleo easy to talk to. That is, until a loud and unnerving announcement crackles over hidden loudspeakers. 

"What?" I say at the same time as Cleo. We both automatically rush into her open hospital room and tug at the window blinds, while a rather agitated nurse follows behind us, screeching, her wrinkled hands oustretched towards Cleo. All in all, she reminds me of a bird of prey. Maybe a hawk. 

"Oh yeah, we may need to evacuate…" Cleo says in a falsly lighthearted voice as I yank up the blinds to reveal the massive flooding below. Wow. Now that is a major puddle.

"Yup. This will be exciting," I reply, quite thoroughly thrilled.

"Aren't you afraid of…dying?" Cleo asks. 

"Umm…it's always a possibility…just out there… Ah, gosh. Let's just get out of here." 

Ugh i hate braces. I have to get more on saterday….:( 

And sorry if i controll anyone's characture too much!

~Sandy

The surgery was successful. My side no longer hurts so bad! Though i have to take these stupid pills for the rest of my life or else risk coming back to a hospital. Which, im just gonning to be honest, I will do in the first week back. Sooo, i may as well live in this hospital for the rest of my life. 

I slowly blink off the medications, my head hurting like…..like……well i dont know. Like its hurting right now? Liks, its hurting very much? Oh just forget it.

Something soft brushed my unbroken hand, and i crain my neck doen to see a pretty black doggy looking up at me with curious eyes. 

While i petted the dogs soft fur, i couldnt help thinking, "but where did the blob go?" 

"What blob?" so I apparently i didnt think that. I have had a problem with distinguishing thought from talk laitly.  

The dog ran away, wagging its tail, and i watched it jump up onto a hospital bed and start licking the patients face. Well, i want a dog that would do that! Except…welll……maybe not. But still.

There was laughing as the dog layed down on the patient. Then I remembered. He was the boy thats sharing my room! 

"Yes I am." He sat up, looking at me funny. 

Oops. Stupid concution. 

"Its okay. I dont think i've ever gotten one as bad as yours, but i still get them."

I smile. 

"Hey since you cant really get up, do you want me to bring you a coffee from the starbucks down stairs?" 

My smile grows wider. A starbucks! Yes!

"But-um, I cant really have coffee, or anything hot, so can you get me an- Iced hot chocolate?" 

He smiled. "Sounds good. I think i will get the same thing."

My smile growa even wider as he got up and left, the dog trotting close on his heels. What a nice boy. 

Maybe one day i can go with him to starbucks.

I can always hang on to that. That maybe. 

That I might actually get better. 

ugg so sorry. I went back on my characture post….and I DIDN't post what she looks like! I must have deleated it at some point. Oh and also, did I controll your characture too much? Sorry if I did. 

Well Sandy has dirty blond hair, icy blue eyes, um, and she did have tan skin but all the time in the hospital is really doing a thing to that perfect tan! So, lets say not ghoastly white but not technically "tan" either. (Oh and she secretly brought her makeup case and puts makeup on when she gets board. But since it was in the ROOM DOWN STAIRS AND NO NURSES CARED TO COME AND GET HER WITHOUT A VERY SICK PATIENT TRYING TO FIRST, it probably is all waterlogged and will not be in use again.) 

~Sandy

I glance down at the blob. Um, Sasha the blob-dog. The blobby doggy. Whatever you want to call her. I run my fingers over her fur again, my-….iced chocolate on the stand next to the bed. I know he said not to pet her, but she's a service dog and I'm a sick person, right? Shouldn't I get A LITTLE RESPECT?

"Do you ever miss your parents?" I ask suddenly very serious. "Or, ever get lonley? Miss your friends? My parents haven't come to see me, or called me, in a few days. Not even to know how the surgery went. My friends….the nurses said they weren't alowed to call. I-I'm not sure if my parents are alowed to call either. Or, or if they don't care." My eyes watered as I thought of everything I had. My life was perfect. Well, when life can't get any better, life dropes it down to the bottom. And you have to work your way back up untill life drops it again. "I, I'm not sure if my parents think I'm going to make it. I'm not sure if I'm going to make it. A lung sergury and a heart problem is enough, but ontop of all that I have a stage five concution, and they think before I die of my heart I'm going to becom brain dead." Tears start streaming down my face and I bring a shaky hand up to wipe the mascara away. I look at him and whisper. "I'm sorry. You don't have to listen to this if you don't want to."

He looks sternly at me. "No. Your going to make it. You will. Look how your doing right now. It can only get better from here."

I smile. "Thankyou." I sniffle. "Now where did that fluffy blob go? Sasha?"

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again, sorry if I controlled you too much, and I thought we may as well get a little dramatic, eh?