Chapter Six: Doing "Wonderful"

The surgery is over. I’ve been in the waiting room forever. Their still getting Tibby ready for us to go back in there. I don’t want to go in there, just yet anyways. I don’t want to see her “asleep”�"as the doctors call it�"it just doesn’t seem right.

So I don’t. I vow to myself I won’t go in there until she’s up.

I go out of the hospital. It doesn’t smell fake outside like it does in the hospital. Outside it smells, I don’t know, natural, I guess. Inside hospitals I can almost smell how fake they are. “Oh, we tried our best” they’ll tell some people whose grandmas just died. Who cares if you tried when somebody close to them just died? Nobody.

I know Tibby will be out of it for about two more hours. But, weirdly, I don’t mind. I need some time to think.

What do I do if she’s not good when she “wakes up”? What then? The doctors don’t even know until she “wakes up”. I hate them for that. Well, yeah, of course they’ll know when she “wakes up” because she’s alive. And I hope she is.
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Mom called me on my cell phone.

“Hello?” I said into it.

“Hi, Tibby’s up now,” Mom replied, trying to keep any excitement out of her voice. We both knew not to get too excited about anything yet.

“Ok, I’m coming up, I guess,” I told her and hung up. No goodbye. I hate goodbyes.

Once I got up in Tibby’s white room, with the white sheets, and the white cushions I noticed she had another IV to her. More fluids, I was told by the doctor.

“She’s doing, um, wonderful. I’ll be back to check on her later,” The short doctor told us, as if he was making it all up as he spoke. He might’ve been. He better not have made any of it up though. I was already mad with all the doctors in the first place.

“Don’t lie to me,” I ordered him. He looked at me strangely, as if I was some alien.

“I’m not…lying to you,” He tried to tell me.

“If she’s so ‘wonderful’ why is she here? You tell me that. Then, I’ll know if your lying or not,” I replied, surprisingly calmly.

“She’s here, because she was dying. We saved her,” He said, looking scared.

“Don’t give me that s**t. Oh, you saved her, really? Really? No, no you didn’t. She’s still dying. Don’t you see that? Some doctor might be able to fix it, but it’s not you, or anybody here,” I said angrily. I didn’t mean to tell him they all sucked, but it was true.
 

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[Omily]

It's natural to blame the doctors as the authority figures because it seems they are the ones responsibile in the situation, so they should be responsible for a person's life. However, the character, Andrew, doesn't present his argument for hating the doctors realistically enough for readers to relate to him- unless you want us to dislike Andrew. Doctors aren't gods; they're just trying to help, and Andrew hates them because they can't perform miracles. Maybe add some content from Andrew's point of view further describing why he dislikes them so much :)