Prisoners Of War Chapter 14

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I woke up two days later, my arms and legs strapped down to a bed. My shirt felt wet and my mouth felt dry and tasted of vomit. I had an IV in my left arm, but I couldn't feel it, I still felt numb.I laid there in that bed in confusion for hours, and as feeling returned, I realized I had a catheter, which was very uncomfortable, and pain swept through my body. I didn't know how long I was in there but eventually I heard the door open and a portly nurse walked in. Realizing I was awake she came over and shown a flashlight in my eyes. "You ok?"I just shook my head. We talked more and I was let out of the restraints, and able to change into a pair of hospital issued clothes made of what seemed like paper. I shook as they let me to another room and left me there for another few hours.I was able to get some sleep, but was woken when Stacie walked in. Once I saw her I started crying, seeing her face all bruised. She explained what actually happened that morning, and that I spent that day, and the following two after screaming and crying, which was why I was strapped down.I couldn't believe that she was actually there talking to me, being so nice to me; she actually seemed worried about me. I apologized again and again for hitting her, but she said it was her fault for giving me laced weed. I wondered why only one of the joints was laced, and she explained they were made with two different bags, from two different people at the party.We talked the whole hour that they let her stay, when then a doctor came into talk with me. He basically told me that I had overdosed on the PCP, and spent those two days screaming and crying either in another world, or going through induced withdrawal. He told me that I was given heavy sedatives, to help with spasms, and that I would have to stay overnight for observation.After a few tests and a night of uncomfortable insomnia I was released the next morning, with a prescription for Paxil given to me by the doctor, and I wondered why they gave me drugs to help with my drug problem that they said I had. I was worried that I would miss my mother's court date, since I was still feeling bad when I got home on Monday, but Stacie stayed with me, making me soup and keeping me company.I wondered about Mike, and Stacie told me what I had done to him. He had needed stitches in three places. I didn't know what to say to him, so I never called him, and he never called me either. I never filled the prescription for Paxil either; in fact I threw it out as soon as I got home.I had decided not to smoke anymore, to do what I promised Mike I would do and stay clean for my mother's trial. Stacie was very supportive, even though we didn't know each other that well, and during the week grew closer and closer together.When I had gotten home I had tried to explain myself to my school, and luckily I was able to make up my work, and since neither Stacie or Mike pressed charges, and I had no drugs in the house, the police weren't involved at all,...

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