I opened my eyes, only to be blinded by bright, artificial light. I winced at the lights and squeezed my eyes closed.
"Violet?" a voice called out, "are you okay?" I felt a cold hand on my forearm and opened my eyes again, I was greeted by the blue eyes of my mother.
"Mom?" I tried to speak, but my throat was too dry and only a soft croak came out.
"Honey, oh my goodness, I was so worried about you..." she managed to snake her arms around behind me and pull me tight towards her.
"What happened?" I asked, "where am I? what's going on?" I could feel my face turning red with anxiety, I looked around the room, my eyes darting from place to place. Underneath me was a plain white bed, white sheets and an off colored scratchy blanket. The pillows behind me felt like they were covered in plastic, the walls were plain white and the only thing with color in the room were the dark blue chairs.
"You had an accident sweetie, we don't know what it was but you're in the hospital now, and we're just waiting on the doctor to return." she told me and kissed me on the top of my head. I closed my eyes, leaned back and took a deep breath in and out.
When the doctor returned he had me take a few tests and explained the situation. I had a panic attack, I started hyperventilating, crying, and I started vomiting. My mom walked in to find me on the floor rocking back and forth, and bawling like a child. The doctor suggested to my mom that I see a therapist, I had seen one when I was younger because my father passed away, but now I was 16, did I really need one?
