I awoke to the sound of a weeping boy and beeping... Where was I? The white of the room killed my eyes, No. I continuously blinked... Eventually the boy stopped crying and looked at me. His eyes brightened as he got up and ran out of the room. Now I sit here alone still unsure of where I am.
"Hello.. HELLO." I say as I try to get up. Instantly making me dizzy and sending me into the floor.
I reawoke around an hour later, maybe. I'm still unsure of where I am. The boy was back, and he was standing next to a younger girl in white, maybe she was older I couldn't tell over the headache, my head was pounding. I felt as though my brain was going to explode and my eyes were going to pop.
"Oh umm.. your awake, I'll go get the doctor,"
"W-where am I?" I ask unable to speak correctly without my headache becoming worse.
He looked at me," You are at the hospital dear."
"W-why am I at t-the h-hospital?" I asked afraid of the answer.
"You overdosed on pills, and I carried you here."
I gave him a confused expression, he returned it.
"Do I know you?" I asked. He looked as though he heart flipped out of his chest, his eyes instantly filled with sorrow. A tear fell down his cheek.
"Y-yes" he tried to say through his sadness" I-I uhh-"
To be continued...
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