21 Guns

Chapter 2

I woke up right before I got to the hospital. Katie and Dakota were in the ambulance with me. I looked down at my arm and saw a pressure bandage on the wound. I would probably be left with some nasty scars. I felt a bit loopy but at least my body wasn't hurting.

"Hey you two. Fancy seeing you here!" I exclaimed, trying to sit up but being pushed back down by the paramedics. "What did these people give me? It's some good stuff!" I giggled.

"We gave you some laughing gas to help with the pain." One of the paramedics told me. "How are you feeling?" The other asked.

"I'm feeling... GREAAAAAAT!" I said, wondering why my two best friends were looking at me like I had multiple heads.

"Why are you looking at me that way?" I asked cocking an eyebrow.

"We've just never seen someone on laughing gas before-let alone our best friend." Dakota answered with a smirk. Katie nodded quickly. They seemed to be acting a bit weird.

"Why are you two acting sooooooooo weird?" I asked.

"We're not acting weird, you are! We'll tell you everything later, when you aren't acting like you're drunk, okay? We promise." Katie said, winking at me.

We arrived at the hospital a few seconds later and a couple of doctors and nurses came rushing out to us. The paramedics unloaded me from the ambulance and started rushing me into a room.

"See ya later alligators!" I called to Katie and Dakota as the paramedics helped them out of the ambulance. They just rolled their eyes at me.

"WEEEEEEEEE!" I called out as we rushed down the hallways. "Where exactly are we going?" I asked innocently as we entered an elevator.

"Well, we're going to see if we can get those bullets out of you. How does that sound?" A young female nurse replied.

"That sounds amAAAAAAAAzing!" I giggled. "You're really pretty! Can I have your face?" I said, using my good arm to play with her hair.

"Thank you! You already have a beautiful face, though! You don't need mine!" She laughed, taking my hand from her hair. The door opened and we entered the room across from the elevator.

"Ooh! Have we finally arrived?" I asked laughing.

"Yup! This is where we're going to get you ready for surgery! Is that alright?" A male doctor asked.

"Yes sir!" I said, fake saluting him from my bed.

"Alright, we're going to put you into a deep sleep for a little bit, alright? That way you won't feel it when we take the bullets out." The same doctor explained.

"Okay! Can I keep one of the bullets? It sounds weird but I would like to make a necklace out of it." I asked.

"Sure. We'll get it cleaned up and make sure that it gets back to you. It's not weird at all- a lot of people wear them as a symbol of strength and survival." The doctor told me, holding something in his hand.

"Alright, I'm going to put this over your mouth and nose. Just take deep breaths, alright? Count down from ten for us."

"Alrighty! Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five...four... Threeeee...Twoooo...Oooone..." I counted down, and let myself drift into a unconscious state.