You know the feeling you get, when something is wrong.--Really wrong. I'm talking about the empty, hallow feeling in the pit of you stomach.  When your shoulders tighten. Your palm get sweaty. The feelings you get when you are not sure what is wrong.  

The feeling of dread.

Well I had the exact feeling now. And it was strong.  I could feel it rising to an almost panic.
I still had that terrible buzzing in my ear too.

What was happening?  Where was Carrie?  What happened to the frogs? I know that sounds stupid, but hell who knows. 
If I could just think.  But I felt so strange when I tried.  Foggy and weird. 

Im just going to sleep.  Then I can at least hear around the buzzing. When I tried too hard It just buzzed louder.
Sleep I will. Please let me sleep!   But that panic it wouldn't let me!
My head!   the Buzzing!  The smell!

The smell of my Mother! Her perfume!
 The buzzing started to to ease. but only a little.

I could smell my Mom.

"Is this normal? When will she wake up?"

"its hard to say everyone responds differently to these medicines"

"Dr. Claude said she had no major damage to her head.  Why wont she wake up?"

"She is still on a lot of medicine, we dont want her to wake up too fast."

"Well I want her up! I want to talk to her! I want to make sure she's okay."

"We have to take it slowly, she has been on a lot of sedatives for a while, We have to wean them. We cant just stop."

"Do you think she's doing okay? How do you think she is?"

" I have seen many people recover from similar accidents, but they have all recovered to different degrees. No one can say how she will do for sure.  I know thats not what you want to hear, but I dont have an answer for you. Im sorry.  Im going to be a little more aggressive with the weaning.  But if she startes to backslide. Ill have to turn them back up. I know your anxious, we all are, But I still have to be careful.  Well get there. I just cant say for sure when."

The tears were flowing desperately now on Libby's moms face.  " I Know - I just miss her" "Please ... help her"

"I will."

And with that the nurse left the room.

I heard that. I heard all of that.  Doctor? No major damage? What happened? Was that really my Mom?  God, please help me!

"Elizabeth. Its time for your bath" 
"We are going to get you cleaned up"
I shook my head "no".
The headache pain was a little better, not gone, but better.
No one has ever called me Elizabeth. My name was Libby.

But they kept moving me and touching me. I shook my head "no" again. This time it hurt bad. 

"I think she's moving"
"Elizabeth, can you hear me"
"Elizabeth, open your eyes"
 I tried.
But it hurt so bad.

I shook my head "no".

"Elizabeth, squeeze my hand"

Nothing--Too tired--more dreams now. Go away!

This is page 1 of my story.
I will continue to write as it comes Page by page
Any input it greatly appreciated.

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How recovery can sometimes happen

"Dont do it."  she said.
---But I was determined.
"Why?" I asked.
"you'll fall"
"So what"
"Fine, do what you want"  
That is how my life was changing.  She was giving up trying to change me. And that was fine with me. I was growing faster now, faster than ever. I think she was getting scared of what would change next.
So I did it, I climbed up the tree. I climbed up so high--That I did fall, I fell to the ground and I hurt. I hurt bad. My head was spinning and I could only hear a strong buzzing in my left ear. 
Damn it!
After that I knew,  I began to hear the sirens and I started to drift off.