My eyes shot open, and I took a breath of air in. The air was cold, and refreshing.
"fuck.." I heard dad mumble under his breath.
"What's going on?" i mumbled, my voice cracking. My vision was blurry without my glasses, but i could make out that I was in a hospital bed, and in front of me stood my dad, and maybe a nurse.
"Phil! This is all your fault, if you weren't in that freaking tree none of this would have happened!" He raged.
"I-i'm sorry." I said as he stormed out, remembering to slam the door. A tear filled up my eye, then the nurse sat down on the end of the bed.
"Could you tell me your name?"
"Phil lester."
"Great, thanks, age?"
"16."
"and how are you feeling today, Phil lester?"
"Stiff. I feel like I can't even move my left side."
"That's because you're temporarily paralyzed on your left side, Phil lester."
