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Posted September 4, 2012
I awoke to the smells of sticky medicine and a tint of vanilla. I looked around, my vision still bleary. I was in a bed, with soft pillows propped against my neck and head. On the walls, I made out pictures of my brain, I must have undergone an x-ray. I'm in a hospital, I suddenly realized. Then everything came crashing back with icy clarity. The bully, hitting my head, passing out. "She's right in here, Mrs. Jones," A voice said from outside, and the door opened, filtering in light from outside. Mom walked in, her coat soaked with rain. A nurse followed her in and shut the door. "Sarah, what happened?" Mom asked, running over. I held the side of my face. "I don't - don't know. I slipped and hit my head and a boy helped me try and get to the nurse, I guess. What is wrong with me?" I asked. It was the nurse who answered me. "You got a serious concussion," she explained, opening a cabnet and taking out a small jar. Mom fumbled to pull out her phone, and held it in front of me. I grabbed it, my eyes adjusting as a poorly taken video started. "One of the students in your class took this video," mom explained. I watched the grainy video, the teacher stomping over to me and Norman. He explained what was going on, and suddenly my eyes rolled back. My knees gave out and Norman caught me before I hit the floor again. Teachers crowded around me, and soon the nurse called an ambulence. I was taken away, and the video cut out. I looked at the description. "Rosy took this," I murmured, handing mom back her phone. The nurse padded over with a small pill and a plastic cup in her hand. I took the pill, swallowing it with a gulp of water. "When can I leave?" I asked the nurse. She flipped through some papers. "Tommorrow morning," she finally answered. I started to feel drowsy. My eyelids drooped. "Go to sleep," mom said gently. And sleep, I did.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.