I open my eyes to a bright scene. I was so disorientated and so confused on what was going on. I can’t remember anything of what happened or what got me here. My left eye is pitch black. Why can't I see out of it? I try to sit up to check my surroundings and see if my eyes okay but that thought is quickly dismissed when I feel a sharp pain throughout my whole body and I notice I have a raging headache. For some reason it feels as if I’m struggling to breathe a bit too and my hearts beating through my chest like I just ran two miles without stopping. Where...am I? I got a glimpse of what surrounded me before I fell back down into the bed. I’m in a hospital room it looked like; or it at least looked similar. I know what a hospital room looks like because I was in a hospital room with my family while my sister was being born 5 and a half years ago. Although it looks just a little bit different than a hospital room. It looks almost...more advanced. I laid there for a while before calling for help. My voice was raspy when I yelled out. When the doctors got there, they elevated the back part of my bed to an 130° angle. If you wanna know what an 130° angle looks like, just extend your arm while keeping your elbow at your side and take your hand then make it flat. After that, bend your wrist as far back as it goes, then you’ll have something close to an 130° angle. The lights are so bright to my eyes when I got lifted up. Wait…I just remembered I can’t see out of my left eye! Why can’t I see of my left eye!? I start panicking and squirming suddenly, desperately trying to find my voice to call out. I scramble out words of panic, “Why can’t I see, wh-…! Help! Help me, stop! Get off of me, get away!” I don't know why but I'm terrified of what's happened to my eye. I feel around my eye and feel some sort of hard cloth and lots of lines. It must be some sort of medical tape. If there's bandages around my head and eye then...does that mean I don't have my eye or something!? I’m violently slashing around in the bed while trying to rip the bandaging off that’s wrapped around my head. The doctors were telling me to calm down while I wacked away their arms frantically trying to discover what’s behind the bandage. What are they hiding from me!? What did they do to my left eye!? When I undid the bandaging, I felt around the area. All I felt was a small outwards line as wide as a NO. 2 pencil. It feels like a scar going from the bottom of my left cheekbone to about half an inch above my left eyebrow. I could see perfectly and it felt fine though. That’s when I noticed the doctors around me staring at me in awe and smiling. They soon wiped the surprise off their faces and asked me some basic questions like if I knew my name, my pets name, and what school I go to while they ran tests on my heartbeat, blood pressure, and some other weird doctor tools. They asked mostly memory questions and when they asked if I remembered what happened before I got sent here, I couldn’t answer them. I tried hard to recall what went down and ended me up here but…nothing came to mind. They dismissed the question without a bit of concern. I was confused on why they weren’t worried if my brain was damaged or something. But if they aren’t worried, it should be fine…right? After some more check ups they told me to hang tight while they get ahold of my parents. I was left alone for a moment. It was quiet except for the little humming noise coming from the air conditioning on the ceiling. The windows were so clear like they’d just been washed. I wanted to go to the window and see what hospital I was at. I didn’t know if I should or not because I had a bad feeling about it. I contemplated about it for a minute then made my choice. I had to stop wasting time about little decisions like that. I got out from under the blanket and struggled to the edge. My legs felt like bags of slime. My feet felt rigid and my knees were heavy. My strength was completely diminished. “What could’ve possibly happened to me!?”, I thought as I put my tippy toes...