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part eight

I can feel a pinch in my arm.

My eyes are heavy and sticky.

To be completely honest, I'm not sure if I even want to open my eyes anymore.

There's a faint, distant beeping sound.

I'm in a hospital.

Why?

All I remember is getting a little beaten up.

It's never bad enough to put me in a hospital.

Did something happen?

I'm not worth this room.

Someone else in worse condition should have this care.

My eyelids slowly lift, and my suspicions are valid.

Everything is blurry.

There's an IV in my arm.

There's a cart with bandages on it.

There's the boy in the chair nearest me.

His mouth is moving, but all I hear are mumbles and undistinguishable sounds.

My eyelids feel heavy again.

I suddenly feel pain in my head.

I can see his face morph into something of fear and panic.

His mouth widens and the sounds he's producing become louder and more understandable.

He frantically looks around the room, looking for someone.

My eyelids slowly shut.