Life According To Amber Lynn Haner

*Amber's POV*

I woke up in some fancy hospital room, hooked onto one of those drip thingies with the saline in them. I noticed that I was in my favourite Mickey Mouse pyjamas, and I also noticed that there was a decent sized tv in the corner of the room, and it was playing the "UK vs. USA Top 100 Rock Anthrms" on MTV Rocks.

"Look who's finally awake! Are you feeling ok?" Dad came and sat next to me, taking my (oddly small) hand in his, then rubbing circles on the back of my hand with his thumb.

"What happened?!" I asked, totally confused as to what was going on.

"Your appendix burst, resulting in the bad pain in your side and its what caused to to collapse at the concert. You were in such a bad way that when the ambulance got you here, they had to operate on you straight away. But don't get yourself stressed, you'll make a full recovery and they'll let you home in a week."

"Oh..but how did I end up in my pyjamas?" I was so slow at wrapping my head around things, and I probably looked like a lost puppy.

"I sent Michelle back to our's and told her to find your stuff that you'd probably need while you're staying here, and once she dropped them up, we got you changed."

"And what happened to my knee?" It was all bandaged up, and looked a weird shape.

"When you collapsed, you dislocated your knee, and they had to pop it back into place. The bad thing is, is that with your stitches in your side and your screwed up knee, you'll be out of sports for a few weeks."

"Oh.."

"As I said, don't get yourself stressed out, and just take it easy. The hospital were feeling nice, and they gave you a decent room, and, because of your age, they said I could stay with you until you're let home."

"Thats great, I guess I'd like company. I don't like being alone..."

"Poor thing, you seem really out of it. Do you wanna just watch tv for a while, until you feel better? This chart's been good so far, want to see the end of it?"

"Uh-huh.."

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So that's what we did. We watched the Top 100, and I was happy to see appearances from You Me At Six among others. Then a song named "Beast And The Harlot" came on, and it too me a couple of seconds to realise who it was; Avenged Sevenfold.

I turned the volume up, and watched the video intently, taking in what it was. For one thing, there were a lot of strippers, and the look on Dad's face as he was sitting next to me was priceless. The video was..unusual to say the least, and on a few occasions he put his hand over my eyes, saying I shouldn't see whatever it was. I just snuggled closer into his side, giggling at how over-protective he was.

"Well, I for one think your hair was absolutely fabulous back then." I giggled, and half of the reason for my giggling was the amount of painkillers and meds I'm on make me giddy.

"Thanks, I thought that too. It feels like it was a lifetime ago when we shot this." He replied, while I shifted my arm slightly, as the drip was starting to back-track, and my blood was starting to go up the little tube.

"Should I get a doctor or something?" I pointed at my arm, and he nodded.

"I'll go, just stay here." He went and got the doctor, and the doctor changed my drip onto a new one, and after she left, Dad and I retook our seats on the couch, and I cuddled into hi once again. I'm telling you, if there was an award for "Biggest Daddy's Girl", I'd win hands down.

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We pretty much spent the remainder of the day just watching the tv, and I got my drip changed again three times. Dad decided that I should go to sleep early, as the more rest I get, the quicker I'd heal (I considered calling the doctor back in to offer Dad a job here, as he likes to give me all these medical thoughts on my state).

I still felt really out of it, though, so Dad also said that sleep will help me get back to normal. I was too tired to thin otherwise, so I just took his word for it.

Notes

I'm aware I've been a bit M.I.A for a few days, so sorry about that. I'm just not having the best of times both mentally and emotionally right now, so I just had to take a bit of a break, I suppose.

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