•Pride•

Hospital (4)

We released from our hug, and Clara and I caught up as she checked up on me. Clara was four years older than me, but she also ended up skipping three grades. She was remarkable.

"So, Ms. Crasby," I teased, "how's life?"

"Well, old friend, I have exiting news!"

"What?" I pushed. "Spill!" She smiled.

"I'm engaged."

"Eeee!" I said. I was 16, which meant she was 20. "Who is it?" I asked.

"His name is Nathan but I call him Natsu..."

I laughed. Ah, yes. She's always loved Fairy Tale, we'd watch it together all the time. "And he calls you Lucy?" I giggled.

"Well Jan, I have good and bad news."

"The bad?" I asked

"You need 14 stitches in your calf."

I inhaled roughly.

"The good?"

"Your absolutely fine. No other harm, no need to stay more than a night. And, your insurance covers the entire cost!"

"Sweet! I say.

"So, if your friends want to say goodbye well start on the stitches ASAP."

I hugged both of them.

"Baiii bæ!" Said Adria

"See ya sucker" teased Kat, punching me in the gut.

"Love you too!" I laughed

"Okay" said Clara. "If you'd like I follow me down the hall..."

I stood up and walked. Clara opened a door for me, and I entered a musty room that smelled like cleansers and B.O. Lovely. I sat on the table.

"So, Jan, you have a choice of being conscious or not."

Being a needlephobe, my word for my excessive fear of needles, I asked for unconscious, Clara placed a mask over my nose and mouth and in seconds of breathing the sweet and dusty fumes I was out.