Quiet voices wake me up. I feel sluggish, like there's water sloshing around in my head. Everything is too bright, even with my eyes closed. All I want to do is sleep a bit more... I drop off to sleep for another second or two, but I wake up what feels like almost right away. The voices are louder now, the light is dimmer, and my thoughts is clearer.
Fajitas... Jackson... driving... that stupid truck driver... the pain in my ribs... oh.
I moan and open my eyes. I'm in what I assume to be a hospital, blank walls, and dull, hard, sheets. Out of the corner of my eye I can see my friends clustered around a few chairs, talking quietly.
Kira leans over my bed, "You, idiot!" She exclaims, "You should be dead!"
"Careful," I whisper hoarsely, "or you end up laying here in a bed next to me."
She chuckles, "Whatever, I'm glad you're okay." Jackson takes my hand, and Morgan touches my arm, "Your parents will be here in a few hours," she explains calmly, "you've got some broken ribs and fractures in your left leg, but you'll be in a wheelchair for a bit."
"Oh, you're in some deep shiz!" Maddi exclaims, "Your mother is going to kill you..."
The nurse comes in, saying something about only family in the room, but I protest, "They are my family, miss! Can't you see the resemblance!" She shakes her head and gives us five more minutes, and I laugh out loud, it feels good.
"You have a bunch of broken ribs and you're laughing?" Deacon shakes his head, "You're crazy."
"Hey, you gotta love life... right?" I say, "I'm alive, so I'll laugh." Jackson squeezes my hand as I slip into sleep again.
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You Gotta Love Life... Right?
Teen Fiction"Wake up!" I shoot out of bed only to hit my head on something right above me. Everything goes blurry for a minute and I can't understand what just happened. "Maddi, don't injure her, she has a project due today!" "Ooo who cares about being ac...
