When I woke up in Vegas, I didn't know anything.
The doctors brought me out to a room with six other people sitting there, talking. Two girls, four boys. One girl had split dyed hair, and wore a dress, while the other one wore overalls cut into shorts with nothing other than a sports bra on underneath. The boys were another story. One boy had shoulder length black hair, and wore a blue dress. He was talking to another boy who had straight brown hair hanging to his shoulders, and he had a darker complexion. Mexican, maybe? The other two boys were awkwardly silent, not even looking at each other. One had a mess of brown curls on top of his head, that flopped down to cover his face when he dropped his head. The other boy had black hair styled back in a quiff, showing off a lot of forehead.
I felt awkward walking into the room, like I was innturupting something.
"Mr. Wentz, do you recognize any of these people?" The doctor asked.
"No."
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Injured (The third book in the Harmed Series)
FanfictionAfter that Vegas thing, Pete's life changed. He had woken up in a hospital in Vegas, with no recollection of where he was, or who the doctors said he had traveled to Vegas with. He knew he lived in Chicago, but apart from that, he didn't know who t...
