Short Stories

Miracle

This one is a prompt I found on Pintrest. So there may be something similar to it on wattpad. I hope you enjoy this, I put a lot of time into it!
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My eyes shot open and I panicked for a moment before I remembered where I was. I'm in the hospital. I relaxed and leaned back into the pillow.

I was in a car accident a week ago. I was driving home from school when a drunk driver hit me. Two of my ribs were broken, my arm was fractured, and I had a minor concussion.
The seat belt had bruised my neck and stomach.

Ever since I arrived I have been having this strange dream. In the dream I was walking through a dark cave, then suddenly I was in a huge meadow. There were flowers everywhere and the sunset was beautiful. There was a little boy in the meadow too.

He would sit down beside me and we would talk for what felt like hours. He told me he was stuck there and couldn't leave. He begged me to help him get out so he could see his family. That was when I woke up.

I've never had recurring dreams like this before. The doctor says it could be caused by the concussion.

A few hours later the doctor came in.

"Okay Anna," He said "You aren't quite ready to go home. You will need to stay a couple more days so your ribs can properly heal."

I sighed and nodded. I desperately wanted to go home. I miss my family and my own bed. This hospital bed isn't comfortable.

"Your parents are downstairs in the cafeteria. Would you like to walk down and see them? Or would you like me to get a wheel chair?" He asked.

"Could you get the wheel chair please?" I asked. "I don't feel like walking today."

My ribs were a little sore. And I'm just lazy.

He helped me into the chair and instructed a nurse to wheel me downstairs.

On the way down I glanced into a couple rooms. In one room I saw a woman standing over a sleeping boy. She held his hand and dabbed the tears that were gathering in her eyes. The boy didn't even move. I looked away.

That night I had that dream again. This time I could see the boy's face a little more clearly.

"Please help me." He begged. His green eyes tearing up. "I need to get back to my family."

"I don't know how." I answered. "Why are you stuck here? How can I help?"

"I don't know why I'm here." He replied, his voice shaky. "I've been here for weeks."

I felt so sad. There is nothing I can do for him. He started to fade and I woke up.

When the nurse came later that morning I told her about my dream.

"It's probably just the brain damage making you have crazy dreams." She waved if off. "If it gets too serious the doctor might recommend you to a therapist."

"You're right." I said. "Probably just the concussion."

"Would you like me to get a wheel chair and take you downstairs to eat?" She offered.

"No thanks." I replied. "I'm feeling better. I think I'll walk today."

I slowly got up off the bed and made my way downstairs where my family would meet me for breakfast. Sometimes they would come up to my room to eat, but I preferred to go downstairs. I had made a few friends with a couple of the patients. The only time I saw them was when I went to the cafeteria.