Make A Move

Lindsay

I woke up, and it took me a long while to adjust to the white in the room. After adjusting, I realized I was in a hospital room. I was the one in the bed this time. Everything was silent except for the beeping and buzzing of machines and the ringing in my ears. I heard a soft voice outside my door, and a few seconds later, a lady with long brown hair and ocean blue eyes wearing white walked in. A nurse, I supposed. She smiled at me, and her smile was beautiful. Guys must fall left and right for her.
"Hey sweetie," she said kindly. "I'm Lindsay, and I'll be your regular nurse. How are you feeling?"
How was I feeling? I thought about it for a second. I couldn't really move. Once I tried to, it felt like I was trying to pick up a million elephant tied to a thin string that I had to make sure didn't break so the elephants wouldn't drop.
"Okay," I finally said. "I'm sore, but that's all. How did I get here, Lindsay?"
"You got into some kind of fight," she calmly said. "I don't have all the details."
"A fight?!" I blurted. How the heck did I get in a fight?! And how come the damage was so bad that I was brought to a hospital?!
"Yes, I think. Now, we're gonna do a short test. What's your full name, including middle?"
I instantly said, "Connie McKenna O'Reilly."
"Good. How old are you?"
"Fourteen."
"What school do you go to?"
I was surprised she wasn't writing all this down. Did she already know all of this? "Underwood Middle School," I said.
"What school did you go to before that?"
"Elementary?" I answered. "Lindale Elementary."
"What grade are you now in?"
"Eighth."
"Is being in eighth grade hard?"
I scoffed a laugh. "I got in a fight apparently, so obviously."
"Good point," she said with a laugh and another smile.
Suddenly, someone walked in. And what's bad is the first thing I thought was, "Holy heck, he's cute."