Chapter 3: The Hopital

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HEY!! I couldn't let a three day weekend go by without updating, so here you go!  It's REALLY short and all, but hey, at least I updated!  SOOOOO............ Who is the person in "Regular Point of View?" If you think you know, comment below, first corect answer gets bragging rights and a virtual cookie!

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Lucy's Point of View:

She was speechless, rightly so as she just found out I, her only child, was not, in fact, dead.  His mom came in and he started to walk with me again I felt that numbness growing again. It was slowly creeping up my stomach, but the feeling wasn’t a relief anymore.  Now I had a chance and a reason for continuing with my life.  He had come back.  I had always known he would, deep down, and now he had.  The thought gave me the strength to keep the numbness from reaching my lungs.  If I had him with me, I could make it.

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Regular Point of View:

I got into the back seat of Lucy’s mom’s car, holding Lucy on my lap.  She was unconscious, not dead, but not quite alive either.  My mother drove insanely; if there had been any police around we would have gone bankrupt with all the tickets we would have gotten.  Luckily there were no officers about and we were able to speed to the hospital within a few minutes.  When we got there I leapt out of the car without waiting for it to stop.  I ran into the lobby and the nurse standing there saw Lucy in my arms and immediately hit a few buttons before coming over to me with one of those stretcher-things.  I lay Lucy on it and the nurse started drilling me with questions as she and I ran down the hallways.  We were pretty obviously headed for the intensive care wing, but she needed it.  Lucy looked like death.

“Are you a family member?” the nurse asked.

“Family friend,” I answered.

“What happened to her?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, I found her in the woods.”

“Do you know if she ever hit her head or lost consciousness?”

“It looks like she’s hit just about every part of her body, she passed out about three minutes ago, but she was always awake before that.”

“What’s her name?”

“Lucy Ann Brown.”

The nurse passes Lucy off to another, who takes her into a room where I presume they’ll try to rescue her.

The nurse turns to me and says, “Lucy Ann Brown is dead, her funeral was earlier today.”

“I know, I was there.  I went into the woods and found her, they had the wrong girl.  This is the real Lucy Brown.”

“Because the girl isn’t in a position to tell us your story is true, we’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.  When she’s in a position to tell us who she is, if she doesn’t lose all her memory, we’ll figure things out.”

She doesn’t believe me.  But it doesn’t matter.  As long as they save her, nothing matters.  As long as she’s alive, I’ve got more reason to live than I did when I thought she was dead.  As long as she’s alive, I will be too.

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