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Still Alive: Demi Lovato
"Hey." Lana enters my hospital room.
"Hey." I grin and set my cup of apple juice down on the tray.
"How are you feeling?"
"Good." I nod. "How are you?"
"Great, now that I'm seeing you." Lana hugs me and I hug her back. "I'm so sorry about Danielle. She was very nice, we all enjoyed having her here. She, uh, she wrote me a letter. Chloe and Pete too."
"Yeah, she wrote me one as well. And I get it, you know? She went for what her and Kieran thought was best. I won't hold that against them. And besides, I just got off the phone with her earlier. They're doing good."
"That's great." She grins. "So, when are you getting released?"
"Tomorrow." I tell her. "I've been practicing going up and down the hallway with and without crutches, so I won't be needing them at all."
"Thank God." She grabs my hand. "I still can't believe this guy just shot you."
"If he could rob a jewelry store, he could shoot a teenager in the leg."
"Listen, um, Clark and Chloe got into an accident. I just heard."
"What?" I sit up.
"They're okay, they're okay." Lana tells me. "But Chloe's a little scraped up. She's three rooms down."
"Okay." I pull the blanket off me.
"Brianna, what are you-"
"Make sure I don't fall." My feet gently hit the floor and I start to slowly stand up.
Lana now gets up and wraps her arm around my waist. I wrap my arm around her neck and she helps me walk. I shakily exhale as I keep limping towards the door.
"You're doing great." She asserts and we finally exit my room. "Okay, we're almost there. Just tell me if you wanna take a break or go back, okay?"
"Okay." I inhale and keep limping until we reach Chloe's room. "Chloe."
"The last thing I remember, I was in the library. I was working on my history paper." I hear Clark say as we enter.
Chloe blinks. "Brianna?"
"Thought you might want some company." I rasp out and Lana leads me to the bed.
"Brady, what the hell?" Adams questions.
"I'm fine." I sit on the edge of the bed. "You okay?"
