Staring at the busted up red jeep, I notice somethings off about the trashy vehicle.
Maybe it's because it's laying on its side?
Maybe it's because it's piece of crap car that's tire completely blew off causing us to crash?
No, no, no.
It's because it's shaking. Why is it shaking? More importantly, why is the ground shaking?
"I'm calling nine-one-one." I hear my panicked dads voice say, but I can't tare my eyes off the buzzing ground.
"What, why?" I ask drowsily.
"You don't look so good Lesley, sit down." Chester's familiar accented voice fills my head.
"I'm fine. Don't call the police, I need to get to April." I point a shaky finger at my dad. What am I even saying?
When the ground starts to spin, I finally oblige and sit down on the dusted over grass, my eyes locked on my converse. I feel Chester sit down next to me and gently rub my shoulders. That's when I actually look up at Chester's face. A small cut covers his left temple along with a matching scar on his chin.
"Are you ok?" I ask slowly. I don't mean to be slow with my words, but they won't seem to speed up.
"I'm fine, just a couple cuts, are you ok?" He brushes his own needs aside and studies my face.
I nod. I'm done with talking. It's giving me a headache. A loud siren in the distance makes nothing better. My head starts to spin all over again and when my eyes meet flashing blue and red lights, I loose all of my eyesight. Witch is actually a good thing, now I don't have to deal with everything constantly spinning making my migraine ten times worse. I can just... Relax...
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I wake up in a fairly comfortable bed, and when I open my eyes, everything around me is white. The bedsheets, the gown covering my body, the ceiling, the door, the two chairs which hold two bodies with eyes locked on the floor.
"Where am I?" My voice is groggy and I rub my forehead where a pounding headache takes place.
At the sound of my voice, both Chester's and my fathers eyes snap up.
"Lesley." Chester breaths when his eyes meet mine. He immediately comes to my side, and I try to sit up, but that only makes my headache worse.
"Don't move to fast, you have a concussion." He warns while pushing me back.
"Concussion?" I have a concussion?
"Don't worry it's only minor." A deep voice entering the room says. His dark bald head is so shinny I can almost see my reflection when he comes to stand on the opposite side of my white hospital bed. He flips a couple papers up from his clip board before speaking. "You should be ready to go in a couple hours, you will be subscribed pain killers to take once a day for the next two weeks under your guardians name." He finishes his long boring speech.
"I'm her father." My dad stands from his chair.
"Well, according to her security forms, her mother has full custody over her. She will need to come and check Lesley out before she can go anywhere." The doctor tells my father.
