Seven

I woke up groggy; the pain drugs make me grumpy and hungry. This has to be what hells feels like. The pain is less now but I still can’t do anything by myself. I’m bathed and helped to get dressed. Food is brought to me. The hospital dismissed a concussion, I haven’t been able to do anything by myself.

I have slept for two whole days, and now two more in a daze. I wake up and Carla helps me to the bathroom, she helps me get dressed, brushes my hair and puts me back into a freshly made bed. She helps me with the food and then forces me to take a new set painkillers that makes me sleepy and it starts all over again.

I feel like I have lost months on this bed.

Also, there’s Andreas, I learned he hates his name. Carla teases him or so she tells me. I learned a few things about him too, Carla talks too much but is not a bad thing, her voice is soothing and she warm, like a mother. I like her, the way she treats me and talks to me almost makes me feel good about myself.

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