Waking up was an event, to say the least.  Imagine waking up from a nap that you didn’t mean to take, with a dry mouth and eyes, and not knowing what era you’re in.  Then mix that with feeling like you’ve been plowed over by a dump truck a million times over.  That was how I felt.  I could hear voices around me.  Voices I recognized.  But I couldn't respond.  The most I could do was curl up a bit and whimper.  The pain was almost unbearable.  I was constantly fidgeting and adjusting, just trying to ease the pain.  Sometimes rocking side to side would make it fade a slight bit, but it was always lingering.

  As for the people around me, I was too out of it to respond.  I was too busy trying to make the pain subside at least a bit.  Sadly, my efforts to do so were failing on me.  It was only hurting more.  I could hear someone call for a nurse, and they mentioned pain killers.  I was so bloody desperate for something that I tried to say that I needed something for the pain.  Unfortunately, it came out as a bunch of gibberish that nobody could really hear because I was mumbling.  All I wanted was something!  Anything!!

  I rocked side to side a bit more before feeling my body tire out.  I had been squeezing my eyes shut the whole time, and started to feel them loosen.  My whole body loosened and I felt a wave of relief.  Just seconds later, I had drifted off into another deep sleep.

  Waking up the second time was a little better.  At least I didn’t feel like I had been hit by a dump truck a hundred times over. This time it was just the one hit.  My leg felt as if it was burning a bit, but at least it wasn’t unbearable. 

  “Robin?”  I heard my Dad whisper shakily.  Groggily, I looked over.  I had to blink multiple times just to get my vision to focus.  I quickly realized that I was in the hospital.  Had I actually been hit by all those dump trucks then?  Was that why I was there?  It took me another couple of seconds of blinking and trying to focus to remember everything that happened.  Questions started running through my head.  Where was Lars?  How did I get out?  Was Diane okay?  Wait… Diane!

  “Diane!!”  I cried.  I forced myself to sit up, which I immediately regretted.  Pain shot throughout my body faster than lightning.  I yelped and fell back.  

  “Robin!  Calm down!”  Dad panicked and out of fear I would try to get up again, he put his hand on my shoulder to hold me down.  “Bloody hell!  What are you shouting about Diane for, now?”

  “Is… Is Diane o-okay?”  I panted.  I was desperately trying to ease the pain I caused myself.  My leg felt like it was on fire.  I could almost feel where the bone had stabbed through my skin.

  “She’s okay.”  Dad sighed. “She just bruised a rib, that’s all.  She’s at home resting with her husband.”

  “Oh, bloody hell…”  I couldn’t stop myself from breaking out into tears.  I was the literal definition of an emotional mess at that moment in time.  Stable emotions?  Who’s that?

  “Now you, on the other hand.”  Dad said.  “Your leg was pretty heavily damaged, so you’re going to be here another couple of days.  They just want to make sure it heals over well.”

  All I could do was nod at that moment.  Easing the pain was my number 1 priority.  I was going to have to focus ALL my energy on it.  However, my hyper-focusing didn’t let me escape the sound of my old man's heavy sighing.

  “Do you want more pain killers?”  He asked with a deep sigh.  

  I gave him a pleading nod.  I didn’t even understand why he was asking.  I was clearly in pain.  He could’ve saved me the extra seconds of pain and had just given them to me.  He got up and got a nurse while I resumed focusing on my leg.  I was determined to make the pain at least a bit lesser.  He came back with a nurse minutes later, who gave me some sweet, sweet painkillers.  I had no idea what it was, but I didn’t care.  It was strong enough to knock me out, which I was 100% down for.  What better way to face pain than to sleep through it.