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Chapter 30

Megan

The first thing I heard was a steady beeping. Bright light pierced my eyes that were closed. I felt myself move my head away from the lights, the beeping increasing. 

"She's waking up," I heard a voice say. 

I groaned in answer. 

"Turn down the lights," it spoke again. 

Suddenly, the lights dimmed and I slowly opened my eyes. When my vision cleared, I made eye contact with a doctor who looked familiar. He smiled warmly at me. 

"We're glad you're okay. You gave us quite a scare, there," he spoke kindly. 

"Wh-where a-am I?" I whispered. 

My throat felt dry and scratchy. 

A nurse walked over with some water for me. I tried to sit up and hissed in pain. He smiled warmly at me and moved the bed up for me, changing the pillows so I could lean back comfortably. I nodded my thanks and drank the water, greedy for the liquid. 

I finished it, and the nurse refilled it for me. I drank some more, finally feeling the dryness subside. 

"Do you know where you are?" the doctor asked me. 

I nodded. "The hospital, right?" 

"Correct. Can you tell me your name?" he questioned again. 

"Megan Stewart," I answered. 

"Your date of birth?"

I told him, and he nodded in satisfaction. 

"Do you know who I am?" he asked. 

"You're my doctor," I said as realization sunk in. "My neurologist, specifically."

He smiled warmly. "I'm glad your memory is intact."

I smiled wryly, and then looked at him in fear. "My dad? Jared? Are they okay?"

"Ah, that's actually a good question. I'm not sure," he admitted. I can maybe find out for you, though. The nurses here are going to take your vitals. Let me know if you need anything, okay?"

I nodded, exhaustion washing over me. 

The nurse that had poured me water came over and checked the monitor, making some notes on his tablet. Another nurse came in and read my chart. She walked over and changed my IV bags, starting a new drip. I took that moment to look down at myself, and I winced. 

My hand was in a cast, and my shoulder was bandaged. I felt a bandage wrapped snuggly around my midsection. It had been real. 

"What's the damage?" I asked quietly. 

"Gunshot wound to the shoulder, broken wrist, two broken ribs, and a few bruised ones. All things considered, you're okay. The bullet went through cleanly, and your ribs and wrist should heal nicely. You're in great shape for your age, so you have that working for you," the nurse closest me spoke. "I think you gave your family quite a scare, kid."

I looked around the room and saw the flowers on the other table along with a number of balloons. I winced again, knowing that my family and Jared's were probably worried and scared out of their minds. I needed to make sure my dad and Jared were okay. 

"The other two that were with me, are they okay?" I asked. 

"There was only one other person. Your boyfriend?" the other nurse asked. 

"Yes, but I don't understand. My dad was there, too," I answered. 

"He wasn't admitted with you and your boyfriend, honey. He did say he was working for the government, so it's possible he received treatment somewhere else," she responded sympathetically.