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Chapter Two:
The Hospital
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
What the hell is that?
That is not the sound of my alarm clock.
I groan, though only a squeak escapes my lips.
My eyes feel like they were cemented together.
I try opening them, but fail.
I try moving, but once again, fail.
So, I do the only thing I knew that I can do.
I take in my surroundings, on what I can hear and feel anyway.
I lie in a bed, which is hard, a thin sheet covering me.
The room is very cold.
I hear two people breathing next to my bed.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Damn beeping noise.
It's bugging the shit out of me.
Then, my eyes snapped open.
I stared at the top of the ceiling, instantly knowing I wasn't in my room.
At home, my ceiling is painted red.
This ceiling is...is white.
A very, very ugly, plain white.
Then it clicks.
I'm in a hospital.
I look around, craning my neck.
The bones in my neck pop.
I guess I haven't moved around much.
I look to my side, seeing my parents cuddled up on two chairs.
I see their cheeks are stained with dried tears, my heart clenching at the sight.
I swallow, though, even that little movement hurt.
I see I'm hooked up to machines and wires.
I struggle to stay awake, hoping someone will come in, or my parents would wake.
Neither happens.
What happened?
How did I end up here?
I feel most of my pain coming from my hands and wrists.
That's when the glorious darkness overtakes me, once again.
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I wake up again, the damn beeping noise still in my ear.
They really need to move that away from me.
I groan, catching the attention of whoever is in the room.
Hopefully, this time, someone is in here, or my parents are awake.
I strain to open my eyes and when I do I'm nearly blinded by white light.
Suddenly, the light turns off, my eyes practically sigh with relief.
"Elizabeth?" my Mother's worry filled face appears in my line of sight.
I scowl at her, she frowns, disappearing.
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