Hospital food sucks. I mean, really sucks.
It's horrible and none of the staff speak English except for your two doctors who are nice to me, but the nurses give me evil looks for always being here and not going home, but I can't go home because you haven't woken up yet.
Dr. Zech told us earlier that you might be able to transfer back to England, we've just got to wait until you wake up and then they'll -- under insurance expenses -- put us all on a flight to Heathrow and then down to Newquay.
Don't worry, you'll get through this and we'll get home.
Morgan-Willow
(Sent by Text message at 00.03 Central European Time, UTC+1)
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Seven is a Five Letter Word (3 - complete)
Teen Fiction[PART THREE OF: I'm five, were you meant to dial seven?] Morgan met Jesse because of her mobile phone. He texted a cheeky message to 07657 234 562 instead of 07657 234 762. Now, after going on holiday to St. Christoph, Jesse ended up in hospital, a...
