Anastia
I pushed myself off of the snow. I rushed out the door, and knock my pole over. I didn't bother to pick it up. I stomped down the stairs as fast as I could. I could feel the blood rising in my throat, but I was to focused on the tears coming from my eyes. Why was he so mean? He was the first I have opened up to in a long time. I don't know why I thought he was a descent person. Walking through the hospital was a blur. I finally reached my bathroom, atleast I hope it was my bathroom. I tried to make it to the toilet, but it didn't work. Blood was all over the floor and down my gown. In a few short seconds I was on the floor in pain. I was be dragged into the darkness. I felt hands on me, and voices yelling. There was another sharp pain to my side. Next thing I knew everything was gone except for the pain. I gave up, I didn't want to fight anymore.
When I woke up Mrs. Kelim was standing over me. "We gave you some Trientine, so it will bind with the copper and make it flow." I didn't give her any kind of expression. "Are you okay?" She ran a hand over my head. I did't make any kind of movement. I didn't feel like fightig this disease anymore. She clicked a flash light on and asked me to follow the light. I did as she told me. I turned over and pulled the covers close to my face. I don't want to communicate with anyone. "What happened Anastia? Did someone hurt you? Why aren't you doing anything?" She tried to grab my face, but I voilently shook away from her. I don't want to deal with anyone right now. She walked out of the looking really hurt. The interns and nurses were all trying to be friendly. It made me even more upset. I was angry that they could be so nice, but Malcolm couldn't.
A inter was ordered to stay with my throught the night. I scared the first intern because I wouldn't stop giving him a dead stare. He left as soon as the sun rose. It did make me chuckle alittle when he left. I reached for my journal, and started writing. I wrote down everything I was feeling, and everything I wanted to do. It slowly made me feel alittle better. I wrote for atleast two hours until the cramp in my hand to much.
I pushed myself off of the snow. I rushed out the door, and knock my pole over. I didn't bother to pick it up. I stomped down the stairs as fast as I could. I could feel the blood rising in my throat, but I was to focused on the tears coming from my eyes. Why was he so mean? He was the first I have opened up to in a long time. I don't know why I thought he was a descent person. Walking through the hospital was a blur. I finally reached my bathroom, atleast I hope it was my bathroom. I tried to make it to the toilet, but it didn't work. Blood was all over the floor and down my gown. In a few short seconds I was on the floor in pain. I was be dragged into the darkness. I felt hands on me, and voices yelling. There was another sharp pain to my side. Next thing I knew everything was gone except for the pain. I gave up, I didn't want to fight anymore.
When I woke up Mrs. Kelim was standing over me. "We gave you some Trientine, so it will bind with the copper and make it flow." I didn't give her any kind of expression. "Are you okay?" She ran a hand over my head. I did't make any kind of movement. I didn't feel like fightig this disease anymore. She clicked a flash light on and asked me to follow the light. I did as she told me. I turned over and pulled the covers close to my face. I don't want to communicate with anyone. "What happened Anastia? Did someone hurt you? Why aren't you doing anything?" She tried to grab my face, but I voilently shook away from her. I don't want to deal with anyone right now. She walked out of the looking really hurt. The interns and nurses were all trying to be friendly. It made me even more upset. I was angry that they could be so nice, but Malcolm couldn't.
A inter was ordered to stay with my throught the night. I scared the first intern because I wouldn't stop giving him a dead stare. He left as soon as the sun rose. It did make me chuckle alittle when he left. I reached for my journal, and started writing. I wrote down everything I was feeling, and everything I wanted to do. It slowly made me feel alittle better. I wrote for atleast two hours until the cramp in my hand to much.
