Part of the Team (ON HOLD)

I cracked my eyes open.

Once, twice.

I blinked slowly, trying to get my bearings. The white box I sat in, coupled with the itchy gown and beeping machines gave it away.

Hospital room.

My eyes drifted around the room, taking what little there was, until they landed on my right arm casted up to the elbow. I stared at my arm for a little bit until I shifted it on the bed. I couldn't feel it, and it was stiff.
Probably broken. I thought.
I slowly moved my whole body, feeling for more injuries. My right leg was heavily wrapped from my thigh to my shin. Like my arm, I couldn't feel it. I had a cut on my left palm too. It had been wrapped, so I couldn't close my hand. Before I could further examine myself, a nurse peeked in.

"Oh, good, you're awake." she said, smiling. "How do you feel?"

I guess they had given me something to numb the pain, because I didn't feel as much as I should have. I answered honestly. "Tired and stiff." I answered with a gravely voice. "And hungry." Well, I was always hungry.

She smiled again. "Well, how about we talk for a little then I'll get you some food?" she asked. It was too early to tell but I hoped she wasn't trying to treat me like I was five.

"Sounds good."

"Okay, do you remember what happened?"

I nodded. It was probably something I wouldn't forget for a while.

I was on the orphan bus, or yellow Betty as she was so affectionately known. It was a rare field trip day for us orphan kids. We went to the zoo, and while we remained together and were closely watched, it was still a welcome break from the grey walls of the orphanage.

Fifteen years of those damned grey walls. Fifteen years of crying babies, bitchy girls, and no hope. Oh, the orphanage.

We had boarded back on the bus returning to the jail they call foster homes when an eighteen wheeler decided he liked the right lane better. The contact caused the bus to spun, enough to send it crashing into the guard rail and tip over. I remember a kid landing on me from the other side of the bus, thanks gravity. Before I could react he had clambered over the seats towards the back of the bus. I tried to follow him, but something was trapping me. I never looked down, just kept struggling and trying to pull myself up with the seats. Whatever it was finally let me go, and I beelined it to the back. I heard shouts of 'fire' and 'gas' mixed in with shouting and crying. They pulled me out safely, only for me to pass out right after.

The nurse snapped me out of my thoughts. "Okay good, I'll be right back with the doctor." She walked out, closing the door and leaving me to think. It appeared I had a broken arm and possibly a broken leg.

How could I not feel that? I asked myself. I yawned, too tired to ponder the possibilities. I hoped the nurse forgot about me so I could just sleep, but that didn't happen.

The doctor came in shortly after, keeping me awake for a little longer. He smiled at me like the nurse. He had a clip board and a stethoscope around his neck, the perfect stereotypical doctor.

"Chelsea tells me you remember the crash, so I'll just get right to your injuries. The metal bar supporting the window broke off and pierced your thigh. A half inch deeper and it would have cut your femoral artery. When you pulled yourself out of the seat, it cut a path down your leg, nicking your tibia. It didn't break any bones and should heal fine. You also broke your arm when the bus hit the guard rail. After you were removed from the bus, you passed out from blood loss. I assume you don't remember this?"
I shook my head no.
"You wouldn't have, adrenaline kept the pain at bay. You were unconscious long enough for us to treat you. That's it for the major injuries, you have some cuts and bruises but that is it."

"How long until I'm healed?" Not that I was looking forward to going back. In fact, I would love to stay here because I know they have live t.v. and the Habs are playing tomorrow.

The doctor glanced at his clipboard, furrowing his brows. "Tough to say right now, but my estimate would be from one and a half to two months." I nodded again, yawning for the second time.

"Alright, well if you don't have any questions I'll let you get some rest. I'm Doctor Scott by the way."

I smiled. "I would introduce myself but I think you know who I am."

He returned the gesture. "Indeed I do, Miss Elizabeth." He left.

I lifted the sheets up to look at my leg. Almost my whole right leg was bandaged. From what he told me, I'm glad I can't feel it or my arm. Both sounds pretty painful. I re-did the sheets, laying back on my bed. My tired mind started to wander.
It was weird that I didn't feel any different. I mean, I just got in a bus wreck, and apparently lost some blood.
Maybe they gave me a transfusion while I was out.
Whatever is in these clear bag sack things must be hella strong, since I can't feel my broken arm.
The scar on my leg is gonna be pretty gnarly.
I hope they let me watch the game tomorrow.
I wonder if they'll bring me my stuff from the hell hole.

Just as I started to wonder about the other people in the crash, I drifted off to sleep.

Notes

FIRST STORY EVER ANYWHERE AHHHHHHHH I FEEL LIKE ITS SO BAD AHHHHHHH
I feel like it's short too but I'll try to make the rest longer

I HATE EXAMS

More hockey in the next chapter I promise. I'll try to update as much as possible, school is almost over. Tomorrow then Friday and IM FREEEEEEE!


Like I said, first story so feedback is much appreciated!!!!!!!!!