kept poking me with needles. i spent a long time in there, and it was horrible. all the machines beeping, me crying, and all my friends crying too. until one day my mother played something on her phone that was amazing. so calming, it blocked out all the noisy scary stuff.
she continued to play it day and night. most of the time i would fall asleep and so would she (even though her snoring would wake me up).
we stayed in hospital a long time. a year to be precise. everything changes in there, the staff, the patients, the rooms and the machines. one thing remained the same though. the same 