Circumstances: A Fictional Narrative

"It's okay, will put you on antibiotics, until your wounds fully heal, okay?" My aunt asks him.

Bilbo let out a deep breath, relieved to have the blade away from his neck. “Thank you, really. I feel any other Elf would have snatched me away like my friends..” he huffed, his eyes flickering down to his ring once more… ‘If only I could grab it… I could get away easily then…’ he thought, before he forced his attention back up at her. “Yes, I saw from the trees. I’m, uh… Very light on my feet, probably how I managed to sneak up on you.” he chuckled lightly, not wishing to telling her about what the ring could do, worried that she would try and take it for herself. “Our leader isn’t overly fond of Elves, so I do wonder how this will go…” he added, biting his lip.

She took a deep breath and said to her boss, “Sorry for the inconvenience, but I’m quitting.”

“What did I get myself into?” I muttered to myself as I lied on the hardwood floor.

At that moment his father walked in, looking sad and defeated. I assured him everything was going to be okay and brought him up to speed about the surgery and everything I had learned. We both cried for a bit, then we stood up to watch our son sleeping, Brian kept pulling on his IV so the nurses secured it so much that he wound up not being able to move his arm from all the tape and bandages used to secure it in

As I stare boldly at myself in the partially shattered bathroom mirror, I don’t understand. Why did I do this? I look down at my arms and almost pass out. Suddenly, someone knocks at the door, but I don’t answer. “Hello?” The person yells, I recognize the voice. The person keeps yelling as I eventually fall over, hitting my head on the towel rack.

“Sorry,” my mom said with an excruciating amount of sarcasm in her voice. She was out of breath and breathing heavily.

“I will be fine. I’m not having brain surgery or anything.” Lieutenant Lin replies too kindly.

I nodded, my head easier to move already, "I just need to wait for my body to heal, should take half an hour."

“Excellent, looks like you aren’t as anxious about the needles anymore. Anyways, I will be back in an hour to administrate your next dose. Dr. Neuton and I will be in and out every 30 minutes to check on you, okay?”

First, he cleaned my arm and the wound. Then, he pushed the part of my meat that was hanging out of my arm back in. Then, he stuck me with a needle and made my arm go completely numb. After he stuck me with the needle, he stitched my arm up and wrapped it. Once he finished he told my grandpa that I had to wash and rewrap my arm for the next two weeks then come back so he could remove them.

“Oh, don’t worry, she will be here soon” I tried to examine his wounds “I just thought that maybe I could check your wounds—you know—just in case it gets infected”

“Okay stay calm the more you panic the worse it will be, just relax and think about positive thing.” He said reassuringly.

“Well, everything looks good,” he then said to Seth who was patiently waiting on the less than intimate exam table across from him where the doctor sat. “I think I can pretty much release you from any further follow up care of mine. Maybe, just a check up or two, six months or so down the road if you’re so inclined. But for now, I think you’re pretty much all healed up from the accident, at least, physically.”

“Right this way and your nurse will be here in a minute,” calmly the doctor said. My mom and I sat in the room for a good 5 minutes when the nurse came in