My eyes snapped open, only for me to blink a few times to adjust to the light.
Where am I?
I looked at my arm to see something connected to it.
"Okay?" I said, unsure of what to say.
I looked around and saw Xander's head on my thigh.
I hit his head, hard.
He yelped and fell off his chair.
"Y-you're awake!" He exclaimed and trapped me in a bone crushing hug.
"So are you!" I replied and pushed him, "Now get off me, I can't breathe."
"Sorry," he said and sat back down.
"Where am I?" I asked him.
"In the hospital." He replied.
"What?!" I exclaimed, "Get these things off me, Xander!"
"What? Why?" He asked.
"Please." I said, my eyes pleading.
"I'll call the doctor." He said and exited the room.
I controlled my breathing but that didn't stop memories from flooding to my mind like a tsunami.
I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples, "Relax. You're sixteen, not eleven."
Tears welled up in my eyes when I opened them.
"Who am I kidding? I won't get over that incident- if that's what you call it." I said with a giggle.
"I'm talking to myself. They should've taken me to an asylum instead of a hospital." I told the air.
I remember a friend that told me to hug the air once when I was reading a horror book.
I snorted at the memory.
The door opened and a brunette who had her hair tied up in a bun and blue eyes behind those round glasses entered wearing a nurse's uniform.
"How are you feeling, Dayana?" She asked with a smile.
"Like crap. I bet I wouldn't be feeling that if you get me out of here." I replied.
She looked at my health report, or what seemed like it.
"Have you eaten anything since this morning?" She asked me.
"Come to think of it, I didn't eat dinner last night and I didn't eat breakfast this morning." I replied sheepishly.
"Why is that? You fainted because of lack of food." She told me.
"But I ate bread." I whined.
"How many loaves?" She asked.
"Half." I replied.
She shook her head while I giggled.
"I'll ask Nurse Summers to get you something to eat. Make sure you eat it all, understand?" She asked me.
I rolled my eyes and nodded.
I don't wanna eat!
Yes you do!
Shut up stomach! Plus, after seeing a mosaic of dead rats and stabbing a person at least ten times, would you still have appetite?
My stomach growled and I started to look for food.
Okay, maybe I still do have an appetite.
"I'm hopeless." I said with a giggle.
I hear the chorus of Twenty Øne Piløt's The Judge, A.K.A. my ringtone.
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Sweet as Sugar, Crazy as Hell
Humor"Are you crazy?!" He asked me for the zillionth time. "Yes!" I replied, hopping over another trap. "How did I end up having you as a partner?" He muttered under his breath. I giggled, "You better hurry up, rookie, 'cause I can sense hounds coming ou...