I don’t remember anything until I was in a room with my dad. There was an IV in my arm and a bed next to me.
“Why--” I said, looking around.
“Why what?” Dad asked.
“Why am I not in the bed?”
“You have to move yourself over there,” a lady said.
I nearly jumped out of my skin. “I didn’t see you there.”
“I wheeled you down the hall, remember?” “No,” I said. “The bed is really far.”
She pushed the rolling bed underneath me closer to the big bed and lowered the metal next to my arm that kept me on the bed. “You can just slide right over.”
I looked at the bed, wondering how to get over there. “I think I need water.”
“We can get you some after you move.”
“But--” I said.
“Cameron,” Dad said, laughing a little. “Just move onto the bed, it’ll be okay.”
I worked to move myself over, and pain shot through my chest. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“You’re halfway there,” the nurse said.
I grunted and scooted over so that I was all the way on the big bed. I lay back and took a deep breath.”
“Very nice,” the nurse said. “Are you still sleepy?”
I nodded, wanting to close my eyes.
“I’m just going to move this over,” I heard some jangling, but my eyes were closed and I didn’t see what she did.
“We can get you some water now, okay?”
“Okay,” I said. I heard footsteps and the door closed.
“Dad?” I said.
“What’s up?” “I can’t see.”
“Your eyes are closed.”
“But,” I said, scrunching my face. “They… I can’t get them open.”
“You’re moving your lips, not your eyes.”
After a few tries, I opened my eyes. “Dad.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I actually do.”
“I actually love you too.”
The nurse came back with a little cup of water with a straw. She gave it to my dad and I nearly protested, but then he got up and brought it over to me. I drank the whole cup of water quickly.
“Is that better?” the nurse asked.
“Yes,” I said. “I think there’s something on me.”
“There are lots of things on you,” the nurse said.
“I can answer his questions if you need to go,” Dad said. The nurse smiled and excused herself.
“Dad, what’s on me?” I asked.
“You have an IV in your hand, and there are blankets on your legs. You have a gown on.”
“I think there are a lot of bandages, and the big black thing is that compression vest you were telling me all about on the way here.”
“I don’t like them.”
“They have to stay on,” Dad said.
I think I argued with him for a little bit. The nurse came in and out to check various things, but I hardly noticed until she was teaching Dad and I how to empty my drains.
The car ride home was uncomfortable because every little bump, even the tiniest one, hurt. “Drive slower,” I kept telling my dad.
“We’re on the highway, I can’t. I’m sorry it hurts.”
When we got to Jed’s, they propped me up on the couch, which had a reclining feature. I had tons of pillows and blankets and water and anything I could want, so while people were talking and rushing around to bring things over to me, I fell asleep.