- RAYA -
When I wake up in the morning, one of the nurses is checking on me and my dad is rubbing his eyes, huddled on the couch.
"How are you feeling?" He asks with a tired smile.
I nod, grimacing as I shift in the bed a little bit to sit up. "Sore. Very, very, very sore."
"The doctor will be coming in to check on you in a little bit. Everything looks really good." The nurse smiles and pats my arm.
"How can you tell?" My dad asks.
"We'll be watching the next few days to make sure she doesn't have any more bleeding, but the surgery went really well, and there weren't any complications. She'll have to take it easy for awhile." She marks down some notes and reminds me where the call button is if I decide there's anything I need.
"I hate hospitals," I groan after she leaves. "I can't believe this happened, dad. What a nightmare."
