•Part 6•

                                    

                                          
As I was pushed along the corridor I heard the doctors shouting different things which made no sense. To me it sounded like random letters. 
                          
"Is she okay?" I heard my best friends voice and looked up to see her sad face looking down at mine.
                          
"Hi," I smiled at her, a little drugged up from all the medication I'd been given in the ambulance.
                          
"I'm so sorry," she stroked my forehead.
                          
"Forget about it, we were both really drunk," I reached up to grab her hand with my good one.
                          
"It's still not acceptable," she held my hand by her cheek.
                          
"So when can I leave?" I directed my question at the doctor who was walking towards me.
                          
"The worst is over but we need to carry out some minor surgery on your hand to remove what's left of the glass," the doctor explained.
                          
"The glass was taken out," I frowned.
                          
"Indeed it was, but not all of it. Some small pieces of glass have made themselves comfortable inside your hand and if they're there any longer they will cause major damage," she informed me. 
                          
"When will you do it?" Annie asked the doctor.
                          
"We can do it whenever you're ready, you just need to sign a consent form," she handed me a form.
                          
"There, I just want to get out of here," I threw the paper back at her instantly after doing my signature. 
                          
"We will be with you in five minutes, I just need to prepare my nurses and my equipment," she smiled.
                          
"Shit, I am one fucked up human being," I shut my eyes and threw my head back against the pillow.
                          
"Are you really high off the medication?" Annie looked at me, intrigued.
                          
"To be honest I'd rather be like this if it means I can't feel anything," I replied.
                          
"Will you be okay if I get going, I really hate to but i've got uni tomorrow and I can't miss this train," she pulled her adorable puppy face.
                          
"It's fine you go," I smiled back.
                          
"I love you, I'll see you soon, message me when you can!" She kissed my forehead.
                          
"I'm proud of you smarty pants," I blew her a kiss and she pretended to catch it. 
                          
"Are we ready?" The doctor reentered the room just as Annie left.
                          
"Yeah," I mumbled, a little nervous.
                          
"If you could just look away for me for a minute," she pointed up at the painting on the wall which I tried to look at but I knew what was coming and I was scared.
                          
"Did you feel anything?" She tapped my shoulder.
                          
"Feel what?" I looked at the needle in her hand and then at my hand which was numb.
                          
"Wow," I was shocked.
                          
"This bit I wouldn't watch," she picked up a sharp tool and used it to put a cut in my hand.
                          
"My hand!" I squealed, not liking what I was seeing.
                          
"Is everything okay!" I lifted my head up to see once again, Mitchell, standing by the door.
                          
"I told you to go home!" I shouted at him.
                          
"And I did, but nobody was there as usual so," he mumbled and looked into mid air.
                          
"Don't mean to rain on your parade but can you two stop whatever you two are doing because Vanessa it is important every single little bit of glass is removed from you hand," the doctor looked at me.
                          
"My hand!" I squealed again after laying my eyes back onto my hand which was cut open.
                          
"I don't supposed you'd help me here?" The doctor looked across the room at Mitch who nodded.
                          
"You've got this miss," he rubbed my good hand with his thumb gently.
                          
"Why do you always come to my rescue?" I adjusted my hand so I was touching his soothing thumb with the rest of my fingers.
                          
"Because it's you," he pushed his fingers into mine.
                          
"And we're done," the doctor pulled her gloves off and took away her equipment leaving me sat with Mitch as we held hands.
                          
"I just want to go home," I moved my hand off his and placed it onto my chest but his was soon to follow. 
                          
"Give it an hour then you can," he pulled his chair back and climbed to his feet. "I'll collect your belongings while your hand is bandaged, I'll be with you in five."
                          
"Thankyou," I reached out to him, his hand being the only thing I could touch as he was quite a distance away.
                          
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