W H I R L W I N D | T. Wolf [1]

s c e n e xiii

that part with the hospital visits
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Beacon Hills, California
October 28, 2012

Sommer hated hospitals.

Granted, she hasn't actually had to be in one since she got her tonsils out at 8..

But she'd seen her fully-human relatives visit and she absolutely despised It.

But as Derek drove to Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital, she couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of relief..

Derek figured that right after she'd thrown up, she most likely had a concussion; and as she sat in the passenger seat of Derek's Camaro, her head pounded worse than it had before and her body felt like it'd been ran through a meat grinder.

He helped her out of the car and held her hand to balance her as they walked through the doors, an Auburn haired woman sitting behind the seat with a smile on her face.

That is, until she saw just how bad the brunette teen looked..

"Oh honey, what's wrong? How can I help you?" Her voice was laced with concern as she stood up, staring the girl down as Derek spoke for Sommer.

"I think she has a concussion." His voice sounded hard, yet panicked somehow.

The woman's head nodded as she sat back down, looking up at the man. "Are you family?"

Derek nodded. "I'm her brother."

"First and last name?"

"Sommer Hale."

He noticed the woman's hands pause at the drop of her name before nodding and typing the words into the computer.

"Date of birth."

"May 24, 1994."

"Has she vomited?" The woman asked while the printer printed out the bracelet.

Derek nodded again, "Yeah. Twice."

"And how'd she get the concussion? Do you know?"

Sommer's hand tightened around Derek's arm in nervousness before he answered. "She lost balance on the stairs and hit head first against the wall.. At first I didn't think it was that bad, but then she didn't get up..."