Lucy had never really tampered with drugs; they were never really relevant, her friends didn't take them, her family didn't take them... she was clean. Until she met Mark.
Bright lights. Hushed voices. People rushed around me with whispers of, she's coming round, she's regaining consciousness!
It meant nothing to me. Where was I?
A beeping sound next to my head started to annoy me, and I felt something digging into my right wrist. Oh, I thought, I must be in hospital. Though for the life of me I had no idea why I was here. A face blotted out the lights above me, one I didn't recognize.
'Lucy, we realize you must be very confused as to what is going on, but first let me tell you who I am. My name is Dr. Weathers, and I'm not going to hurt you. You are in Leeds General Infirmary, and you arrived here last night because of an overdose on drugs, which despite being very serious, you are going to recover from.' He paused for a minute, waiting for a response, but I couldn't think of anything to say. Words formed then fizzled out in my throat.
'Lucy? Did you hear what I said?' He questioned, gently shaking my shoulder.
'Yes. I did. Sorry.' I replied, relieved that I had finally managed to get something out. He looked satisfied, and some nurses began crowding around my bed, taking my temperature and one just stood there, writing down everything I was doing. It was quite unnerving.
I was trying to remember what had happened the night before, why I was here. Though I didn't have much time to think, as Dr. Weathers came over to talk to me again.
'Lucy, I'm afraid your family still haven't arrived. We're going to move you to a different ward, as you're now awake. Okay?' His tone was soft and gentle, understanding. His smile was welcoming and friendly. But as soon as he turned his head I saw his face drop and a frown took over instead.
Where was my family? I knew my brother would never arrive, having died last year. We had cried for weeks. I don't think my mum ever fully recovered. After all, she was in the car when another driver smashed into the passenger side, killing my brother John. But my parents? I didn't know why they wouldn't be here. True, I had grown apart from them, separating myself from them, but that was only because of...
Then I remembered. Mark. He was my boyfriend. He had always been smoking weed, injecting heroin. I had thought it was cool. Until he tried to make me take it too. My mind wandered back to what had happened the day I met him..