Alexa was having trouble adapting to her stay in the hospital, she was constantly tossing and turning on the small bed, contorting her bandaged right foot and cast-covered left hand in odd angles trying to find comfort.
She had only been conscious for a day and already the white of the walls that surrounded her, and the constant smell of detergent were driving her completely insane.
She had only found reprieve from her sanity-destroying boredom when her family was beside her. She glanced over to the chair in the corner and smiled softly at her twin who had contorted himself in the plastic leather armchair, fast asleep.
Beside him was an overnight cot, which housed both her cousin and sister. Wrapped in each other’s arms, Jayden had squished herself against the infuriatingly white wall to prevent herself from toppling over the small cot’s edge or from crushing the tiny person sharing her space.
