Let me heal

I can hear the sirens as I awoke. "I am alive" I shouted. My father rushed to me with a smile on his face. "Its okay baby, I am sorry, its all going to be okay baby" he says. I nodded. "Derek?" I asked. My dad looked over guiding my eyes with him. I see Derek sitting on the steps in front of our house. "He is talking and breathing" I said. My dad was trying to calm down my enthusiasm. I pulled my dad closer to me. I gently whispered in his ear asking about mom. He look dead in my eyes and said nothing. He shook his head and I instantly knew she was gone. I wanted her gone. I never want to see her again. We all take a trip to the hospital. We luckily had a room for me and Derek to both stay in together. He was not having it any other way. Stitches are meant to be painful, but oddly, the fact I lived through it makes me happy to feel the pain. The doctors told me and my dad that Derek will be okay after a feel days of keeping him on fluids and casting his fractures. Luckily, I was harmed the worst. After stitches, I was ready to heal, but doctors wanted me to stay a few days to make sure I was okay. I could feel the tense and worry leave the hospital room in seconds. Until it wasn't.