{ELEMENTISTS OF WILLOW FOREST BOOK V} The Journey Across Water

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22: This Chapter Has No Name

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

A ridiculously bright light flashed in my eyes, forcing them to open. It was a fairly stupid light, too, all white and strong and angelic and artificial.

I yawned, and, for some reason with great difficulty, stretched out my legs, so my toes reached the very bottom of the bed. Then I started sliding them outwards, into the splits, but found I had reached the edges of the mattress all very suddenly. I stopped, because my legs felt like they wouldn't go any further, even if they could.

Huh?

This wasn't my stolen luxury king-sized ultimate extreme superlative three-thousand-pounds bed with built in games console! (Voted by Thomas, Nina and I the Best Bed of All Time.) What on earth had happened to the best bed ever, in the best hideout ever, with my best friends ever?

Oh, right.

Shoot.

Thomas and Nina.

Where were they?

I threw off the covers (a yucky floral-patterned duvet underneath an itchy wool blanket) and sat up, ready to rescue them, but felt surprisingly bare round the back. I yelped, and found I was wearing one of those hideous hospital gown things, which make you feel uncovered at the back, even when you're not.

Eww. More florals.

My head felt heavy and lopsided, so I lay it down on the coarse pillow. Huh. There was a word tube thing on my hand. Heh. It looked silly. Heh.

The room rotated a full three-hundred and sixty degrees, before settling down again, which was good 'cause it meant I could see where I was. I needed to know where I was, so I knew how to escape and find Thomas and Nina.

It was a room (as I figured I'd figured), and there was a bed in it, in which was me. I lifted up the duvet and blanket to look at what my legs looked like, why they felt like they were pancakes that had been run over by a forklift truck, and if they'd prevent me from going anywhere.

I couldn't see them. They were each encased in a vibrant blue cast, stretching down from my toes up to almost my hip. I lifted my hand, and felt a bandage around my head, too. Ooh. My hands were all cut and grazed.

So, I wouldn't be going anywhere for a while.

Double shoot.

I really felt like shooting something.

Taped around the white walls of the stupid small white room, supposedly to cheer children up, were photos of zoo animals: a group of giraffes, a zebra by a waterhole; a brightly coloured parrot which seemed to grin at me.

"I could shoot you." I told it. "I'm a very good shot. Gun or bow."

The parrot smirked back, as if it were reminding me I was in a similar state to if I'd been shot myself.

I bit my thumbs at it, and imagined it flapping off. "Good riddance." I said.

"Excuse me?"

???

!

So it was a hospital, then.

There was a nurse, standing at the end of the bed, smiling. I had no idea how long she'd been there, or why I hadn't noticed her before. I tried to brush some hair away my face, so I could see her better. It was matted with blood.