Life's POv
I woke up looking at the ceiling of what looked like a small tent. I looked around, craning my neck to see Cosplay, Fandomi, Music, Gossip, Imagination, and Literature sleeping in sleeping bags around on the floor. I was laying on a soft, fluffy bed-like floaty thing. I looked next to me, and saw Romance, her head now wrapped in purple bandages. I groaned loudly, sitting up, and feeling splitting pain in my lower ribcage. I layed back down carefully, and Literature woke up next to me on the ground. "She's awake!" She exclaimed, waking up the rest of the people in the tent. "Where are we?" I asked, my voice grumbling like I had lost it. I tried clearing my throat. "Wha- what happened to my voice?! And why does my side hurt?!" I tried to take a deep breath, but again felt seering pain in my rib. I groaned again. Imagination stood up and walked over to me. "Shh... issokay..." I closed my eyes, squinting. Imagination was stroking my hair. "We're in a tent Creativity made in the forest preserve. Remember? We were in the school parking lot. Death hurt you real bad, and we just need you to calm down," She cooed. "Yeah... yeah I remember." I croaked, still wincing in pain. "Her voice must be hoarse because the broken rib couldl've punctured her lungs. She needs help. Like now." Fandomi said. Everyone looked at her. "I think that's the smartest thing you've ever said." Cosplay said, suprised. "But if that's true, how come her lungs haven't, like, collapsed or something?" Literature asked. "Maybe the bone is plugging the hole." Music suggessted. "I don't care...just...just fix it! And... where... is... Criticism?" I gasped out. "He's in the guy's tent. I'll go get him." Literature rushed out of the tent. "Okay. I think I have a plan. Just... this might hurt a little." I winced in pain, feeling something snap.
Literature's POV
I jogged to the guy's tent to wake them all up and get Criticism. "Guys! Get up! Life is awake!" I heard a few tired groans, and some kept sleeping. Gaming snapped awake and sat up. "Really?" "Yes, really, now go!" The guys all started to get up at my command, except Criticism. I walked over to him. "Criticism, get your lazy butt out of your sleeping bag!" I rolled him off his side with my foot. "No..." He groaned. "I said get up!" This time i kicked him in the side. "Oww! Jeez. I don't wanna get up." He said, disgustedly. "But Life's awake. Don't you wanna see her?" He turned over and looked at me from the ground. "No. I hate her. Go tell her that, too. Don't want her on my tail anymore. In fact, I don't want to see her at all. Ever." I looked at him angerly. "What do you mean?! She's your girlfriend! And she's hurt! She needs you right now!" I yelled at him. kicking him in the side again. "Oww! She's not my girlfriend anymore! Now go away." He rolled the other way, and I kicked him one more time, harder, and in... the place. He yelped and I stormed out of the tent, zipping it closed behind me. Life is not gonna wanna hear this...
