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told I am lucky I am alive.
    “Ready to go get these tests done?” The friendly nurse asks.
    “Yeah, let’s go.” I reply. She walks, taking the lead, directing me where I have to go. I walk slowly, using the IV pole like a support. My legs feel like jello. Unstable. I know it’s just a side effect from lying down in the bed for a few days, and the self-destruction I put myself through. It’s aggravating though, to not have enough strength to walk without anything helping me.
    It makes me feel helpless, disabled even. The nurse leads me into a room with a gigantic rectangular box, with a large circle in the middle. A bed is pulled out, which I presume is where I’m to lay, and it puts me inside of this space zone equipment.
    “Here Hun take my hand.” The nurse says aloud.
    Distracting me from my thoughts becoming crazy about claustrophobia, I let go of the IV pole and use her hand as support to climb up onto the bed.
    “Now this bed is going to slide you into the tunnel . Usually we look at just one area for a certain injury, but because you could have an injury anywhere, we have to examine your entire body. This is going to take a little longer than normal Hun. If at any time, you don’t think you can continue, just say the word. We will be able to hear you. Also please try to stay still as possible, as any kind of movement could distort the images we will see. Any questions?”
    I shake my head no in response. It’s a pretty simple concept. Don’t move and only speak if I can’t stand being in there any longer. She pushes some button and the bed starts moving slowly. It’s a crystalline white tunnel. I close my eyes in hopes that maybe I will be able to nap while in here.
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    Sometime later I’m awoken by Sally. She kindly helps me sit up, and I notice next to the bed, she brought a wheelchair in. I grimace just looking at it. It’s one thing to accept offered help, it’s another to have all of your energy drained from you and require assistance of that sort.
    I am ashamed. Ashamed of myself. Of how I have lived my life for the past five years. Of how low I stooped , because I didn’t have confidence in my inner strength. I didn’t love myself enough.
    That wheelchair , it’s a sign. I am not that weak. I cannot let someone allow me to feel like I am not good enough. I can’t let what happened to my parents years ago, define who I am. I can’t live in the past, and its well time that I have healed and became the person they would have wanted me to be. Someone for them to be proud of.

Chapter 7
    Layla
    Medical tests make me nervous. She’s awake. Alive. Breathing. Talking. Shouldn’t that signify that she is a ll right? I pace back and forth in Natalie’s hospital room, while wringing my hands together. Thinking of every bad thing that could have gone wrong because of an overdose.
    Besides the coma she awoke from , she could suffer organ failure, but I think that there would have been signs of that by now. I don’t think any of that will be an issue with Nat’s recovery.
    Liam walks in, food in hand. I sto p pacing. If I worry, he worries. If he worries, I worry. We unquestionably don’t make a good combination.
    “I saw you pacing. Stop thinking about it. She’s awake , that’s what matters. With whatever happens now, at least we know she will make it through. She has us, and you know we won’t let her give up.” Liam says, trying to reassure me.
    “I know, I know. It’s just that with the past few days. I just. I…can’t seem to believe that it is real , ya know? She’s actually awake. I thought when we came in here today it would be the same as yesterday. Her still unresponsive in a coma. I just can’t stop thinking about what would have happened if she didn’t wake up. Or if she does have serious health issues because of what she did. I can’t lose her.”
    He throws the bag of food down on the hospital bed and rushes to me. He pulls me in and surrounds me with his