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Sarah Carerra
By AngelJedi
(Released: September 6, 2010)
Chapter 6 - Hospital Blues
The constant hum of machinery and the intermittent beeping were the
first things that I became aware of. The smell of antiseptic was next. I
opened my eyes a moment later.
A hospital. I was in a hospital. Why was I here? I groaned.
"Are you awake?" I heard someone ask from nearby. I turned toward the
voice to find my mom sitting beside the bed, a book in her lap.
"What happened?" I tried to ask, but my throat was dry, and I was not
sure how well I was able to form the words. She smiled down at me, her
grin slightly forced.
"If I tell you, will you remember it this time?" she asked in a tone
that had a hint of humor in it. I didn't understand her question, and my
brow furrowed.
"What do you mean?" I asked her. I was totally lost.
"Well, you do seem to be more alert today," she commented to herself.
"Mom!" I groaned. "What are you talking about?"
Mom's face lit up immediately. "You ARE awake!"
She reached for the call button and pressed it, then she picked up a cup
that had been sitting on the table nearby. "Here, honey, drink this. It
will help with your throat."
I nodded, and tried to pull myself into a sitting position. As I did, I
was unnerved to find blonde waves fall in front of my face. Was I still
wearing the wig?
I accepted the cup from my mom. I had so many questions, but I needed
something to quench my throat if I was going to be able to ask them. I
took a sip of the liquid inside. It was water.
Handing the cup back to my mom, I asked my question again. "What
happened?"
She opened her mouth to answer, but we were interrupted by the door
opening. As soon as it did, I heard many clicks and saw the flashes of
cameras going off. That probably explained why I was still wearing the
wig. Everybody here thought I was Sarah Carerra! I was still confused!
A nurse quickly rushed into the room, closing the door behind her with a
click that I realized meant that the door was locked.
"Is she up again?" the nurse asked, posing the question to Mom instead
of looking at me.
"Yes," Mom replied. "But she seems to be lucid this time."
"Oh!" the nurse said in surprise, looking at me for the first time. She
had a curious look on her face, almost like she couldn't believe I was
sitting there. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Sarah."
"Thank you, I guess?" I said, but it sounded more like a question. "Is
someone going to tell me what happened?" I was becoming frustrated now.
The nurse looked over at my mother again, and I followed her gaze. Mom
nodded, ready to start again. While she spoke, the nurse started
checking the information on the machines that I was apparently connected
to.
"You collapsed on stage while singing on the 'Wake Up!' show," Mom told
me. "Do you remember that?"
"Yeah," I replied. "I had a horrible pain in my stomach. Am I okay?"
"You are now, sweety," the nurse interjected. Mom nodded.
"Apparently, you started your period earlier that morning," Mom
continued to explain. "Dr. Mason believes that since the blood had
nowhere for it to go, your body spasmed with pain, and you went into
shock and became unconscious."
I sat there, stunned! I was supposed to have surgery to PREVENT this
sort of thing from happening, but that wasn't scheduled until tomorrow!
"What about the surgery?" I asked, seeking clarification as to what
would happen now. I really wanted to have that surgery, especially if I
was having a period!
"Dr. Mason rushed you into surgery when you got here," she replied. "He
was able to drop his other appointments and perform your surgery a day
early."
"So, I have a...a..." I stammered, not able to complete the sentence.
"Yes, honey," Mom said. "Everything is as it should be now. You've been
in and out of consciousness the last few days, but the doctors say
everything is fine."
"The last few days? What day is it?" I asked immediately. How long had I
been here? Wasn't it still Monday?
"You've been in the hospital for nearly four days, honey," Mom said.
"It's Thursday."
"Are you serious?" I asked incredulously. How could I lose so many days?
"You had a bad reaction to the pain medication they gave you," Mom told
me. "It made you really groggy, and you've been sleeping it off. You
awakened a few other times, but you weren't really awake."
I stared at the door for several seconds. I could still hear many people
outside, and I noticed that the blinds that looked out into the hallway
were shut.
"Have they been here the whole time?" I asked, pointing toward the door.
The anger that grew on Mom's face answered the question before she even
opened her mouth.
"Unfortunately," Mom replied. She started to say something else, but
glanced at the nurse for a second and then closed her mouth again.
"Celebrity misfortunes are big news in the tabloid industry. Even some
reputable papers are looking for more information about the teen
heartthrob who collapsed. We haven't told them very much yet."
"Oh," I replied.
"Well, everything looks okay," the nurse interrupted us. "Would you like
me to change your pad now, or come back in a few minutes?"
The question was directed at me, but I had no idea what she was talking
about. I glanced over at my mom.
"You're still having your period, honey," she said. "There are some
special precautions that need to be taken to help protect the surgical
area while that is going on. Now should be fine, Catherine. I'll see if
I can find Don."
"Okay," the nurse, Catherine, replied and set about removing things from
a gurney in the corner of the room. Mom stood up.
"Will you be okay for a few minutes while I look for your dad?" she
asked. I nodded. I was scared about what the nurse was preparing to do,
but I really wanted to see my dad. Heck, I even wanted to see Austin.
"Okay, I'll be right back then."
I watched as Mom stood up and headed for the door. She opened it, and
looked back at me with love for a moment. Then she smiled and
immediately closed the door behind her.
---
"In entertainment news, hospital spokesperson Jeffery Taggart stated
that Sarah Carerra is now awake and is recovering well from the
emergency surgery that she was rushed into after collapsing on the 'Wake
Up!' show Monday morning."
The picture on the TV changed from the cute news anchor to a clip of me
on stage at the concert.
"No official word has been released about the cause of the singer's
collapse," she continued. "But a tentative press conference has been
scheduled for Saturday morning, assuming that the teen has recovered
well enough to attend. Taggart did add that the collapse was caused by a
pre-existing medical condition that the singer was scheduled to undergo
surgery for on Tuesday."
The picture cut away from my concert and back to the news anchor. "One
of our correspondents caught up with Josh Holliday at his home in Salt
Lake City earlier this morning for his reaction on Sarah's
hospitalization. Sarah stated early Monday morning that the two of them
were just friends, despite the rumor that the two have been dating.
Derek, what do you have for us?"
The next cut showed a middle aged man standing in front of a nice home.
"Thanks, Susan," the man said. "Whether they were dating or not, Josh
Holliday's and Sarah Carerra's names have been linked together a number
of times over the last three weeks. I had the opportunity to sit down
with Josh this morning and give him a chance to weigh in on the tragedy
that befell his counterpart earlier this week."
I sat riveted on the bed, watching the television closely. The nurse had
left 15 minutes earlier, and I was still waiting for Mom to come back. I
wanted to see the results of the surgery, but the nurse had said that I
was still bandaged up to the point where I wouldn't be able to see
anything. After the nurse left, I had turned on the TV to alleviate the
boredom that had quickly set in and was surprised to see a news report
about me.
The next thing I knew, Josh was on the television. He was sitting on an
expensive looking couch in a well-appointed living room. I assumed that
it was his house in Salt Lake City. My heart started beating faster just
at the sight of him.
"What was your reaction when you found out about Sarah?" Derek, the
correspondent asked.
Josh frowned, and I guessed that he was wishing he wasn't having this
conversation in front of a camera. My heart went out to him for being
put on the spot like this.
"I was really worried," he said. "I was watching the show at the time,
and I was shocked to see her collapse like that."
I groaned. I had really hoped that Josh hadn't seen my interview. If he
hadn't known my feelings for him beforehand, he knew now. But to
actually have him see me collapse must have hurt him greatly. I promised
myself that I would personally give him a call to ease his fears.
"Sarah and I have become close friends over the last few weeks. I'd hate
to see anything bad happen to her."
I wanted to watch more of his interview, but the door to my hospital
room opened at that moment, and Austin came barreling inside, running to
my bedside. Dad and Mom slipped in behind him and quickly closed the
door. I immediately turned the TV off to devote my attention to them.
Austin threw his arms around me, and I knew that he was crying. I felt
tears start to well in my own eyes at his emotion.
"Don't ever do that again, Megan!" he sobbed at me. I wrapped my arms
around him.
"I won't, Austin," I replied, holding him close. "I promise."
He let go of me and stepped back. Now he looked embarrassed at his
emotional outburst. I smiled at him, and that seemed to put him at ease.
"How are you doing, Princess?" Dad pulled my attention away from Austin.
I turned toward him and smiled through my tears.
"I'm okay, Daddy," I replied. "I'm sorry for all of this."
"Don't be sorry," he said. "This isn't your fault. We should have
scheduled your surgery immediately to prevent this. It's our fault you
had to go through this."
My tears weren't stopping, and I smiled through them to let him know
that I didn't blame them. This was just bad timing.
"What happens now?" I asked him.
"Well, I think the doctors are going to want to keep you overnight for
observation," he said. "But there haven't been any complications beyond
your reaction to the pain medicine, and they believe you'll be released
early tomorrow morning. We'll take you home and let you rest some more,
but Saturday morning we have scheduled a press conference to talk about
what happened." I nodded to let him know that I was okay with that. "We
haven't told the press what happened yet and I think we'll try to call
it 'womanly issues' or something like that. We don't have to go into
detail. We just want you to be there to show them that you are doing
okay."
I nodded again. Everything would be fine as long as I had my family with
me.
---
I stared at the keypad of the phone in my hospital room a few hours
later. I had picked it up with the intention of calling Josh, and I'd
already entered all but the last digit of his phone number. But now I
wasn't sure that it was a good idea. He must be worried, and heaven knew
I wanted to hear his voice, but how much heartache would it cause by the
time the call was finished?
With a soft sigh, I pressed the last number, and the phone started to
ring. I hesitated once more, almost ending the call in the process. But
in the end, I placed the phone to my ear and waited for him to answer.
Two rings later, I was ready to hang up. He obviously wasn't going to
answer, and I was debating if I should stay on the line and leave him a
message or not.
"Hello?" Josh's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Hi, Josh," I said.
"Sarah?" he asked. There was a hint of excitement in his voice behind
the worry. "Is that you?"
"Yes," I replied meekly. Now that I had him on the line, I wasn't sure
what I was going to tell him. I certainly couldn't tell him the truth.
"Are you okay?" he asked immediately. "What happened?"
"I'm fine," I quickly said to calm him down. I hadn't heard such worry
in his voice before. "I just had some..." I grimaced. I really didn't
want to talk to him about this. "I'm fine."
"But what happened?" he asked again, worry still in his voice. "I was so
worried when you collapsed like that!"
"The doctors said my body went into shock," I told him. "I don't really
remember much after that. But I'm fine now."
"Can it happen again?" he asked, the worry still evident. Perhaps he
still had feelings for me?
"No," I replied. "The surgery fixed me. It won't happen again."
"It must have been some major surgery," he stated. "The news reports
said you've been unconscious all week! Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine, Josh," I replied. "I haven't been completely unconscious.
Apparently I had a bad reaction to some pain medication, and I've been
in and out of consciousness the last few days. I would have had to stay
in bed that long to heal anyway, but I'm fine now."
"That's good to hear," he said. For the first time since he had picked
up the phone, I heard relief in his voice. "I'm glad you called. I've
been so worried, and I couldn't get any information out of Don."
"He didn't even tell you I was okay?" I asked. That didn't sound like
Dad at all.
"Well, he did say that," Josh replied. "But he wouldn't tell me anything
else."
That made sense, and it totally sounded like my dad. Even if he had been
willing to give that information out, I was certain he wouldn't want to
discuss it with the boy he knew I had a crush on. It couldn't get any
more awkward then that.
"Congratulations," Josh said next, which completely threw me for a loop.
"What?" I asked. I had no idea what he was talking about now.
"On your first #1 single," he explained further.
"Oh," I said, feeling embarrassed now. I was all too aware of how he
must really feel about my number one single. "I'm sorry, Josh, I..." I
didn't know what to tell him. I was happy to have a #1 hit, but I felt
bad that it had to come at his expense.
"It's okay, Sarah," he replied. "It's a good song, and you're a good
singer. You deserve this. I had my run at the top."
I heard the regret in his voice, but I could also hear the sincerity.
"Josh, I..." I started to console him, but was interrupted immediately.
"Sarah, don't," Josh said. "I'm okay with it. You don't need to feel
sorry about your song, okay?"
"Okay," I said. I didn't know what else to do.
"I've got to go, but thank you for calling," Josh continued. "I'm glad
that you're alright. I'll talk to you later."
"Bye, Josh," I sighed into the phone as I heard it click. I was further
than ever at winning him back.
---
Early the next morning I was awakened by a knock on the door. I decided
to ignore it because I was not sure if it was someone I wanted to come
in or if it was one of the reporters camping outside of my room.
Then the door cracked open, and I saw Catherine poke her head inside.
"Are you awake?" she asked. I sighed, but nodded. "Good, because Dr.
Mason is here and would like to see you. Is that okay?"
I chuckled to myself while nodding my assent. This was a hospital, and I
was a patient. My doctor shouldn't be asking for my permission to be
seen. Perhaps he was trying to show respect for the newfound fame that I
was garnering.
Catherine opened the door further and stepped inside, followed by a man
who appeared to be in his early 50's. He had dark hair that was graying
on the sides of his head and a smile that looked genuine instead of
forced, like the night nurse's smile had been. I felt at ease almost
immediately, if not completely comfortable.
"Good morning, Sarah," he stated once the door had been closed and
locked once more. "How are you doing?"
"I'm fine," I replied. I felt weird talking to this man whom I was
meeting for the first time, but who had performed such an intimate
surgery on me.
"I'm here to give you a final check before we release you. Isn't that
exciting?" he said. I nodded. I was ready to get out of here. I missed
my family. I missed Emily and Ethan, who hadn't had a chance to come
visit me, at least while I was awake. I missed Madison and her family.
But most of all, I missed being Megan. I should be recuperating, but
instead I had to stay on alert to keep the secret...well, a secret.
"Once I'm finished here, Nurse Stevens will show you what you'll need to
do to keep the area clean until your period is over, and show you what
you need to do for the next few weeks, okay?" Dr. Mason continued. I
nodded once again.
"This is the embarrassing part," he stated while stepping up to where
Catherine had already started to pull up the bed sheets and my hospital
gown. Then he began to carefully remove my bandages. Bit by bit my new
anatomy was uncovered, and I watched with awe and wonder as he unveiled
what had happened to me.
It looked gross. It was black and blue, it looked swollen, and it was
bruised all over. But more importantly, it looked complete. For the
first time in my life, I was physically a girl! I'd had all of the
internal parts my whole life, but now I had the external ones to go with
them. I continued to stare as the doctor started to check his handiwork,
and tears began to form.
Eventually, he looked up at me, and I smiled down at him through my
tears. There weren't any words that could express all of the emotions
that I was going through.
"What do you think?" he asked me. I didn't know what to say.
"It may be bruised and ugly right now," Catherine spoke up. "But I
assure you that it will look like any other girl's once it has healed."
I continued to beam through my tears. I had only ever seen diagrams of
what I now had between my legs in health classes at school. I never
thought that the first time I would be seeing something like this, it
would be on me. But I couldn't ask for anything else.
He carefully began to bandage the area back up. When he was done, he
stepped closer to the top of the bed, where he could talk to me more
comfortably.
"It looks like your period has stopped," he stated. "It may be erratic
for a while, but soon you'll start to understand what your body is
doing. I recommend that you visit a gynecologist in a couple of weeks,
but otherwise you appear to be in good shape. Everything seems to be
healing well. You'll probably be tender down there for another week or
so, and I'd stay away from anything too strenuous. No crazy
choreography, okay?"
I laughed. He certainly was a nice guy and had a way of keeping me at
ease while talking about such an intimate topic.
"I don't know how to thank you properly," I told him. "I mean, is there
anything I can do for you? You've changed my life for the better, and I
feel I should repay you somehow. Do you want an autograph?"
Dr. Mason smiled while shaking his head. "No thanks are necessary,
Megan," he said. I had forgotten that he knew the truth. Either that or
he had learned it in this fiasco. I was originally supposed to be seeing
him as Megan. "I'm just honored that I could give you the life you were
supposed to have."
"Thank you," I said again, not sure what else to say.
"You're welcome," he replied. "Catherine will have your release forms
when your parents arrive. I'll see you later."
"Bye," I said. I had just met this kind man who had forever changed the
way I would live, and he was already leaving my life. I would be forever
grateful.
---
It was another hour before the next knock interrupted my boredom. But
that was all changed when the door opened and Chloe's bright red hair
came bounding inside and to my bed.
"M...Sarah!" she screamed, catching herself since the door was still
opened behind her, where my mom was following her inside. "I'm so glad
to see you awake! How are you doing?"
"I'm ready to go home," I told her, causing a smile to form on her lips.
"Can you take me?"
"With pleasure," she said and then wrapped me in the hug I knew she was
waiting to give me.
"I'm so glad you're okay," she said. "Why didn't you tell me something
like this might happen? Do you know how scared I was when you dropped to
the stage like that? I thought you were dead!"
"I'm sorry, Emily," I replied quietly. The door was now closed, and I
didn't want Sarah's life intruding on this moment any longer. "I didn't
think anything bad was going to happen. I mean, I was supposed to have
surgery the next morning!"
"Well, don't do that again," she stated, causing me to laugh at her
tone.
"Yes, Mom," I replied, making her laugh too.
I then turned toward my real mom, who had walked in with Emily and was
smiling down on me. I looked up at her, and she could see the unasked
question in my eyes.
"Megan," she said lovingly and wrapped me in a hug. "I've told you
before that you are my little girl. This doesn't change anything. Now
you are my little girl in every possible way."
"Is this really happening?" I asked her, tears escaping my eyes. It
still felt somewhat like a dream. Only the boredom and pain made me
think it was real.
"Yes, honey," she replied. "I saw the results when Catherine was
changing the bandages the other day, and I must admit that the doctor
did a very good job. Have you seen it yet?"
I nodded, but didn't know what else to say.
"So you're a girl now?" Emily broke into the conversation. I turned to
her, and smiled with a nod.
"I've always been a girl, Emily," I told her.
She laughed at me. "I know that, Megan. That wasn't what I was asking."
"Oh," I said. "Well, the doctor showed me, and it at least looked like
the diagrams from health class, but I don't have anything else to
compare it to."
"Don't worry, Megan," Mom said. "It may be swollen and purple, but it
looks normal for a girl your age. In time, nobody will be able to tell
the difference."
I couldn't stop beaming my smile at the two of them at that
pronouncement. I was finally complete! I was finally the person who I
was meant to be! I only wished I would have learned who that person was
earlier in my life.
"Are you ready to go home?" Mom asked. Those were the six most beautiful
words I had heard since waking up the day before.
"Definitely," I replied.
"Let's get you dressed, then," she said while holding up a bag. I smiled
again.
Fifteen minutes later I was dressed in a pale yellow sundress personally
picked out by Julia. Obviously, I needed to look my best because there
were so many reporters and photographers waiting for me to leave, but I
also needed to be comfortable. There was no glam today. Julia felt that
the simple look would be what people would expect from someone leaving
the hospital.
I had also managed to get my makeup looking presentable, and I was
steeling myself to meet the press. Dad said that we weren't going to be
answering any questions because of the press conference tomorrow
morning, but he wanted me to pose for a couple of pictures to help
reiterate that I was alive and well.
"Are you ready?" Dad asked. He had come in a few minutes earlier with
the release forms in hand. I was all set to go. I just needed to make it
to the car. I was walking out of this hospital. Dad felt that being
wheeled out in a wheelchair might give the wrong message, and he wanted
everybody to see me walking. Most of the pain from the surgery had
dissipated into a dull ache, and I felt that I could make it without any
problems.
"I guess so," I said. "I just wish that we didn't have to do this."
"I know, Princess," he replied. "It was just bad luck that this happened
at all, but even worse luck that it happened while you were dressed as
Sarah. We'll be okay. The car is waiting downstairs, and we'll get you
home in no time."
He walked to the door, and I followed behind him. I took a deep breath,
and then plastered a smile on my face. He opened the door and stepped
out to make sure the way was clear.
The area outside of my room contained a small lobby, and photographers
were jumping to their feet as I stepped out of the hospital room.
"Sarah!" someone yelled, and then flashes started going off all around
me. I was momentarily blinded by the bright lights, and I felt myself
stumble. Dad was there to catch me, and once I was on my feet again, he
let go.
"No questions today," Dad said to the gathered group. "But Sarah has
agreed to pose for some pictures."
I did as he said, and posed to let the photographers take the pictures
they wanted.
"Are you okay, Sarah?" someone yelled out. That question I did want to
answer. As we started walking toward the nearby elevators, I answered.
"Yes," I replied. "I'm slightly sore, but I'm perfectly healthy now."
Other people started yelling questions now that I had answered one, but
I didn't reply. I made my way to the elevator as fast as I could behind
Dad. Once inside and the doors had closed, I sighed in relief.
---
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