Abigail
"Mom, Dad, where's my mom and Dad?'" A little girl's sobbing faded in my ears as my eyes opened.
There was that mechanical beeping sound again, grating on my ears, making my stomach curl, ready to hurl the eggs and bacon I had for breakfast.
My eyes blinked rapidly, catching the ceiling of the hospital, the smell of antiseptic heavy in the air.
Wait, was I on a hospital bed? I shot upright, swinging my legs off the bed quickly, wanting to be away from the disgusting bed sheets and this place.
Never again. After my parent's death, I had been confined to a bed in a hospital for three months. I couldn't remember most of it, but the smell, God, the smell always got to me every time.
The smell of death, people dying in the next room over, children, adults, everyone. My parents were gone and I was the only one who came out of that freak of an accident, listening to Meemaw's wailing every night, afraid that I would be next.
