Hazel

It was my second day at the hospital. Doctor Alex had come in earlier to inform me that I would have to be in close monitoring until he was certain I was good enough to be discharged.

A dull throb pulsed in my lower abdomen, a constant reminder of the fall. The pain medication coursing through my system did little to quell the pains wracking my body. Every movement, even a shallow breath, sent jolts of protest through me, leaving me weak and yearning for relief.

Then my mind drifted to ...