A terrible accident

You woke up in a lot of pain and unable to see. You tried to say "What the?" but only a hoarse whisper came out.

"Honey?" a voice asked. You recognized that voice.

"Mom?" you croaked.

"Yes, honey. Please, try not to speak. You were in an accident" your mother said. You sat up with a start. "Dawn's fine, sweetheart. She had a few cuts and bruises." You felt a hand on your chest, gently but firmly pushing you back into the pillows.

"John, you're going to have to relax. You were in a serious accident, like your mother said. Shards of glass from the windshield got into your eyes. We still haven't gotten all of them out so for now you're going to have to keep your eyes bandaged up. The car that hit you did so on your side, so your sister was mostly unharmed. You, however, were touch and go for a while" a voice told you. It was definitely a female voice. A nurse? A doctor?

"How long?" you asked.

"Sssh, honey, please don't speak. You were out for a week" your mother said.

"Alison?" You had to know.

"Not a peep" your mother said after a moment of silence. "I did text Laura, but nothing."

You sighed deeply. Part of you had hoped she'd talk to you after an accident like this. Then you yawned. It came out of nowhere but fatigue overwhelmed you suddenly.

"Just go to sleep, okay?" the other voice said. "I'll be back to check on you later."

"Thanks, Molly" your mom said. "I'll stay here for now and tell his sisters."

"Alright. John, you need to sleep. I won't take no for an answer, you hear?" nurse Molly said.

You grunted and started to form a reply but before the thought could finish you fell asleep.

When you awoke again you realised you had no idea what time it was.

"Time is it?" you asked, the croaking whisper still there.

"Hey, baby brother" Rebecca said.

"Hi" you whispered. You heard a rustling of clothes and then felt your big sister's arms around you.

"It's 8 PM. You've been asleep since 10, when you woke up. I'll call a nurse to see if you need anything, okay?" she said as she hugged you. With a grunt of pain you nodded.

"Okay" you told her. You heard a soft buzzing as Rebecca pushed the button to summon a nurse. It wasn't Molly, you realised when you heard the door open and she spoke.

"Hello, John. Hello, Rebecca. Can I help you?" she asked. It was the voice of a middle-aged woman.

"Food" you croaked.

"Sh, John" Rebecca said. "He'd like some food."

"Alright, we'll get you some protein-rich porridge" the nurse said. You groaned.

"No, silly. Your throat was roughed up too. You should see the size of the bruise there. You can't have anything more solid than porridge for a while" Rebecca said. You resigned yourself to your fate and sighed. "Porridge will be fine" Rebecca assured the nurse.

"Do you want me to feed it to him?" she asked.

"No, I fed him when he was younger. He may be older now, but he's still my baby brother" Rebecca said. You groaned again.