Beep… Beep… Beep… That’s the constant sound I hear every morning when I wake up. The constant beep of a tiny machine keeping me alive. I lay there on my side peering out at the snowy grass. I take a look around my boring beige room and to my left, I see the clothes I was wearing the night before draped over the old wooden chair across the room. I look to my right and see apricot-colored socks stroll past my door, that was Berkleyes favorite color, I look up and see dark brown hair turn the corner. I don’t think anything of it because Berkley would be in school right now, why would he be in the hospital?
Around 7:15 AM my nurse comes in to give me my breakfast: a waffle that was cold on the outside, frozen on the inside, low-fat yogurt, and 2% milk. I eat in it 0.2 seconds, my nurse looks at me in a confused way, look at her, “What I’m hungry.”. My nurse goes to leave. “What is there to do?” I ask her before she can go. “You can read.”, “Nevermind,” I say. When my nurse leaves I try and sit up, my nurse pokes her head in the doorway “Oh, by the way, later today you will have the head nurse come in to take your blood.”
Later that day:
Knock knock, I look up from my book and see my “new” nurse at the door. She looked like every other one, blue pants, blue top, white rebook shoes, hair up in a low bun, and old cheesy smile.
“You ready to get your blood done?” said a soft faint voice
“Sure,” I said.
A cold hand approached my arm and a thin needle injects into my skin. I cringe at the feeling, but don’t react. I didn’t want to be dramatic.
“Good job!” said the nice nurse, “Thank you,” I say while looking up at her. That’s when I realized it was Mary.
The Middle Seat 