I was sick of being looked at, x-rayed and poked.
"Does it hurt if I do this?" Another Doctor asked.
"Fuck yes, so don't do it."
"No need for language." he told me sternly.
"Well I want to see my friends and what about my cousin hmm? Noone will tell me a thing godamn it." I was pretty angry.
"Now listen here young lady, you have a dislocated shoulder, sutures in your head and a concussion, you need to lay here and be quiet."
Just what I needed, a lecture.
I wasn't going to lie, my shoulder was agonizing but they'd given me something for the pain and now I wanted to know what was going on, where was everybody?
"Hey." I yelled
"Shhhh." The doctor said.
I glared at him "Hey, hey who's here. Zack." I was really yelling now "Matt where are you?"
The curtain flung back and Jim was standing there.
"Meg stop." he said.
"No, because no one is telling me anything." I was crying, I hadn't even realized.
I sat up and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Lay down." And I felt someone grab me and start pushing me down.
"No, stop." I was struggling and my shoulder was hurting.
"Stop." I screamed.
"Jesus fucking christ, what are you doing." It was Zack.
I looked at him.
"Get your fucking hand's of her." he said and he pulled me into his arms.
I buried my face in his chest and cried.
I was scared, scared for Ana and Bree.
