Creative Writing: The Rebirth

The Rebirth
My body laid stiff as board. I didn’t feel pain just my back pressed against the hard concrete cement. I yelled and screamed for him, but I couldn’t move. Then I pass out. I woke up to unbearable pain as the freezing cold air from the ambulance pieced my open wounds. The screams of horror and torture fill the cavity of the ambulance as I begged for anything to make the pain stop. I pass out again. Suddenly, I woke up with a thin unmistakable white hospital sheet laid over my body up to my neck. The pain seems to be absent at the moment. There was an unpleasant present on my right hand which accounted for my comfort. In the middle of all the commotion I was able to stop a male nurse and ask him about the condition of my boyfriend.
There was the look of concern that smeared all of their faces. Nurses rotated in and out of the room as if their feet were connected to a rotating timing belt. Dr. Fitzpatrick discussed my treatment plan with me and mother. I nodded my head in compliance to try to appear well as I could have given the circumstances. This has to the worst nightmare ever I thought. The pain medication and the two surgeries made my body exhausted. When I woke up the room has transformed into a garden filled with beautiful arrangements, balloons, and cards with words of encouragement and hope. As beautiful as this scene is I have just woken up to the reality of my
It was probably the first time I can recall saying no to him. We were a spontaneous couple that was always up for a a good time. I worked all day, then went off to school, and my last stop was to see him. His eyes twinkled with excitement when I arrived. He bounced around me requesting my presents as his passage. As the sun was going down as we rode into the sunset. We arrived at the river walk downtown and took a romantic scroll discussing our plans for the future, which was not our normal dialog. We had enjoyed our time with each other that evening. I was so glad he made me join him. As we approached the bike I felt sometime telling me to stay. I expressed my concern to him. I’ll never forget his response. He questioned me “What, you don’t trust me?” Which in hindsight was such an eerie question for him to ask at that time. Of course, gave in because not to would suggest the exact opposite, which couldn’t be further from the