As the rays of sunlight from the window shone brightly into the room, my eyes tried to adjust to the light. I've been asleep all morning and didn't realize it was afternoon already. I struggled to get up from the bed, but I couldn't move my left leg, groaning in pain and wishing in my heart that a miracle could happen to make it all go away. It was past 2:00 pm; I was in the hospital ward, luckily for me, I didn't have to share the room with anyone. I've been in the hospital for three days now, and I'm still trying to adjust to lying down doing nothing all day. As I lay on the bed, I looked at the room; it wasn't much of a sight to behold. My mom couldn't afford a luxurious room, as those were for VIP, but she managed to pay for the one I'm in. There is a table next to my bedside; on the table are books written by my favorite author, "Annie Micho." The constant ticking of the wall clock, which was hung above the door post, reminded me that time is crucial. The rays of light kept penetrating through the flimsy material of the sky-blue curtain covering the window. I tried sitting up again; this time, it was a successful attempt. The ache in my left leg was a reminder of the unfortunate incident. I limped to the window to draw the curtain; that was when I saw him. We kept staring at each other, then he moved his gaze towards another direction, so I sneered. Afterward, my mom came in and asked if I was hungry. I replied without hesitating, "I'm soooo famished!" She laughed and brought out a takeout she bought from a restaurant downtown. A few minutes later, a nurse entered and informed me about my upcoming surgery. Immediately, I felt cold and frightened; then I said a silent prayer for the success of the surgery. The doctor gave me some instructions I needed to follow, and I did as I was told to avoid complications during the course of the surgery. It was five in the morning of the D-day; yes, you guessed right, it's the day of my surgery. I had my bath, and as I was being rolled into the operating room, my mom came around and said to me, "Cassie baby, it's gonna be alright, okay? Just close your eyes, and by the time you wake up, it'll all be over. Nothing bad is gonna happen to you." She said this as tears welled up in her eyes. I took her hands and gave her a weak smile. I felt relieved and frightened at the same moment. I was given an anesthetic injection; suddenly, I felt drowsy, and the last thing I heard was the voice of the doctor mumbling some words. I could hear voices, which were inaudible, as I regained my consciousness, and my vision was still blurry. A few minutes later, I could see more clearly. "Baby, can you see me? It's mommy." She held my hand so tight that I thought it would break. I looked at her and smiled. Uh oh! I was feeling drowsy... again, and poof! I became unconscious. I woke up and tried to sit up, but I couldn't. What the heck?! My left leg was stiff. I checked my hand and saw that I was put on a drip. I wanted to know why my leg was stiff. I touched my leg and felt a rough surface. Before I could check what it was, I already knew what it was. My leg was wrapped in cast.
