I wake to a bright light shinning in my eyes. It turns out just to be the whiteness of a hospital room.
I try sitting up but I can't, I look down to see my leg in a cast and my write in a bandage. What happened!?
A nurse came running in and stood beside my bed "What happened?" I asked rubbing my head "You fell down five flights of stairs, shattered your ankle, and sliced open your arm when you hit glass" she responded.
"How long have I been in here?" I asked looking at the clock "About a month now" she casually replied "A month?!" I said in disbelief and tried sitting up, I groaned in pain and lay bag down. "Yes a month and you're getting released in a week. Would you like me to get your mother?" she asked and I nodded.
My mum came in a hugged me "Where's Mark?" I asked "Honey, I don't know any Mark" she said looking at me confused "Yeah you do! You really like him!" I replied loudly "I'm sorry Brooklyn, I don't know who you're talking about. Maybe your father does, do you want me to get him?" she asked, "How Cam you get him? He's back in Brighton" I asked "We're in Brighton" she casually said.
It was all dream, everything. Just a fraction of my imagination playing tricks on me.
