.: (Y/N)'s POV :.
I wake up, shift, and groan. A sharp pain goes through my head when I tried to move. What. . . Where. . .? I feel Styrofoam-like molds, and see I have a small cast on my leg and non-dominant hand. I lift my arms up slowly, to my head, and cry out. It hurt.. Everything hurts..
A nurse comes in, with a familiar clipboard, and greets, "Morning, Ms. (Last Name)! You're up! I'll go get your doctor, and I'll send in your father." I nod, my thoughts of what happened are fuzzy, but at least I can think.
"Morning, sweetie! How's everything?" My father greets. I laugh, knowing he's expecting a sarcastic comment.
"Oh, just peachy-keen, father! Everything hurts, and I feel like I died!" I smile as he laughs. He and I are masters of sarcasm. "But, what really happened?"
He sighs. "Some girl thought if was funny to drop the lights on you, and you didn't listen when someone shouted to watch out.."
I facepalmed awkward because I had to use my non-dominant hand because. . . Her. "This is all Amelia Island's fault! I wouldn't've been in this position if she didn't hate me because of my super tight schedule!"
My father raised his eyebrow. "Since your daughter," I used my cast to nudge myself, "was born a prodigy, I've learned the amazing skill of doing things in a short amount of time. So, I've done a bunch of things such as: seeding the grass, newspaper, yearbook; etcetera. She's jealous. Don't know why—it's stressful to be me."
"At least she got what she deserved." My father concluded. I smile at him.
"It's funny. I'm so used to helping you to the hospital.." I smile, taking his aged, yet comforting hand in mine.
"Not so funny when the shoe is on the other foot, is it?" He chuckles, and I roll my eyes.
"I can't put my shoe on the other foot, it's broken," I laugh.
"I'll be back, I'm going to see how long you need to look like a mutated marshmallow-human." I gasp, joking, for the sake of the situation.
I remember the hospital in (Hometown). . . It doesn't look anything like this one.. Then where am I. . . I gasp, for real this time. No. . . I laugh.
"That rascal! He brought me here! Ha, ha!" I tell myself aloud. Perhaps..
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I sneak around, exploring the hospital for myself. I didn't want a tour, I don't learn like that. I have to go by myself.
This place is amazing so technological. Updated. It's better than the town I lived in before, that's for sure.
I like how many rooms this hospital has, and how much staff is there. In San Fransokyo, there's a lot more educated than I expected. My father's more into country than the city, which is why we moved.
"Hey! You're supposed to be in your room!" Some person shouts, and before I could react or apologize, two bulky security guards drag me back to my room and put some sort of needle in my neck.
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I wake up to yelling, and it's from my father. I can barely hear, but something along the lines of “flat lining". Ha, what's that supposed to mean? My father has the best sense of humor. . .
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I wake up in a white room, not the hospital. My father enters the room minutes later.
“Glad your up. As you can see the jerk doctors let me take you home early due to my 'unreasonable' yelling," he rolls his eyes. “You'll have to visit them every seven days, and be careful with your foot and wrist." He says, and goes to leave, bringing the door with him.
“Wait, father!" I call. He stops, his eyebrows raising. "Who put my stuff away?"
“I did." He shrugs.
“YOU WHAT?!" I shriek, eyes widening in surprise. “You're not supposed to lift anything heavy because if your back!" I scold him. My father is many things. One of those things is an idiot.
"You could've went into shock!" I yell, and he rolls his eyes.
"I'm fine! Let me be, just lay back and heal!" He says, rolling his worn out blue eyes, and shutting the door. I huff, knowing that the times I go to the doctors again will be for therapy, and that my father won't ever treat himself like a person with really bad back problems, but then again, that's why I love him so. . . Right?
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I apologize for the shlit ending! Just wanted to get this to the next chapter, and I pulled it off, but just too quickly. Whoospie. Hope you guys enjoyed!
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