Chapter Four
I woke up this morning to see Dustin asleep still. I was still thinking about the dream last night. A little freaked out still. I went downstairs to grab a pop-tart. I put it in the microwave, then turned around. I walked towards the cupboard. For some strange reason, it felt like I was walking through thick heavy air.
Why? I ignored it and got my pop-tart out of the microwave. I started walking up the stairs and I tripped and hit my head on the banister. I don't remember much but, I do remember hearing Dustin call my name. When I didn't answer him. He must've come downstairs and got me. I was in the hospital. I don't know how I got here but, there were I.V.'s in my arms and I don't know how they got there either.
"Mom?", I said faintly, "Where's Dustin, Is he okay?" "Oh good your awake. Yes Dustin's fine and he's in the cafeteria. He was with you all night." she assured me. "What happened?" I said. "Well, You fell on the steps and hit your head. Dustin came downstairs to see blood everywhere. He picked you up and ran to the nearest hospital with you in his arms. He called your father and I, and we came to the hospital as fast as we could. Dustin's still a little freaked out about the whole thing but, he will be happy to know that you are awake and felling good. I'll go get him for you." she said. "Okay, thanks mom." "Your welcome dear. Get better." "I will."
