Needle Teeth

Weird People Tell Me I Have A Problem

A flash of light appears, so I blearily open up my weary eyes. Blinding lights shine down on me, and I lie in a plain white bed. Heck, everything here is white. White walls, white sheets, white lights, it kind of disturbs me how spotless it is. The bed is in the middle of a small room that was probably used as a storage before I was here. Shoved into a corner are three huge metal carts with long thin tubes hanging into plastic bags, boxes with plastic gloves overflowing from, and a shallow dish full of an array of needles and shots.

I know I am not an expert with everything, but what is going on? Suddenly, a monitor with a thin line hooked up to my right wrist starts beeping. I hear a clatter of footsteps and the door in front of me slides open squeakily.

"Who's there?" I rasp. My voice seems dry and unfamiliar.

Three people walk in the room, one woman holding a clipboard, flipping through the pages. They gather around me, two on the left, one on the right with the clipboard, and stare at me wordlessly. The woman closest to my left has poofy hair tied up in a bun that seems like a birds nest on her head.They start to murmur to each other,and I sit up to hear them.

"Hello?" I say cautiously.

The person with the clipboard scribbles down a note and they all look at me hesitantly. The two on the left glance at each other and look like they have a visual battle. The one farther away from me has a bushy mustache all the classic villains have. I push down a random bout of laughter.

"What the heck is going on?" I say, annoyed now.

"Oh hello......Reya." says Clipboard after flipping through the papers.

"No seriously. Why I am I here?" I ask.

"You're at the hospital sweetie. You took a nasty hit to the head." soothes Evil Mustache Man.

"No like, this looks like a junk room. Where, where are my parents?"

Now I'm a little worried. Where are my parents? Oh gosh, its hard to remember my mom's face. Why, why is my head and leg hurting? Did I take a nasty fall? There are not that many ways to fall in the desert. Wait, we were traveling. Where were we going?

 "She doesn't have any junk anyways." I hear Bird Nest whisper to the others before saying out loud "I'm sorry you seem to be mistaken. This is the equipment you need for your treatment. Your parents are at home filling in all the paperwork for the bills." she soothes like I'm a child crying over a lost teddy bear.

"No. They are a little occupied at the moment and can't see you right now. I'm sorry, but you will see them later.

"Wait what treatment? When is later?"

"Don't worry sweetheart."