Gathering My Thoughts

I'm sorry it took me so long to post this. It's just that I've had a hectic week and I needed time to gather my thoughts. Here's what happened.......

After Izzy had called me I jumped into my car and rushed to her house. In the time I've known Izzy she does not cry unless It's really bad. So I almost got a speeding ticket when i was rushing to her house. When I got there I knocked on the door and she didn't come to the door. After a few minutes I opened the door and rushed in. I found her on the floor in her bedroom blood spilling from her mouth. I immediately rushed her to the hospital. She was in the ER room for at least an hour. Until the doctor came out. I asked him if Izzy was alright. He nodded and told me she was resting but he couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. He told me to come back tommorow if I wanted to visit her.

The next day I did go back. Flowers (red roses, her favorite) in hand and a feeling of dread I didn't.... scratch that still don't understand. When I entered her room she was awake sitting up in her bed.. But I instantly noticed something was wrong. She was pale and she didn't seem paticulary focused on anything. When I got closer to the bed she didn't say anything. I was actually kind of scared. Izzy had never seemed so weak or frail then she did now. I set the flowers down and took a seat next to her on the hospital bed. She finally turned her head to me and warning bells went off in my head instantly when i saw the tears brimming in the bottom of her eyes. I wrapped my arms around her and she finally broke. She cried into my shoulder. My shirt got wet but i didn't mind. She just kept crying saying "I'm sorry." over and over again. I didn't even ask, I knew this wasn't the time. I just rubbed her back soothingly and for one of the first times in my life I felt utterly useless. When she finally stopped crying I noticed that she was asleep. So I laid her back down gently and left.

After my little trip to visit Izzy I went home. As I sat down in my chair her words kept replaying in my head. "I'm sorry" what had she meant? What was she sorry for?

I went to visit her again the next day. This time she seemed nervous. She looked at me and she looked ready to start crying again but she didn't. When I asked what she was sorry for she didn't answer me. I didn't ask again. I continued to visit her for the rest of the week.

I'll be visiting her again tomorrow. The doctor said he would like to keep her in the hospital for a while longer just to be safe.

I'm sorry I didn't post this sooner.... I just needed time to gather my thoughts.

Ill update you guys if anything happens. Until next time, Roy.