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Who, What, Where, When, How

I slowly opened my eyes just to see myself in an ambulance.

I saw somebody, that I recognized as Dr. Styles, doing something next to me, but facing away.

As he turned around, I felt so tired and I just wanted to close me eyes.

My eyes quickly flicked closed.

"No, Jasmine. I need you to stay awake! Keep your eyes open!"

But that was the last thing I heard before I blacked out again.

I felt my eyes being peeled open and a light quickly blinding them, resulting in me cringing and trying my hardest to shut my eyes, but they were being forced open.

After the light finally went away, and my eyes were able to close,  I heard multiple talking and commotion surround me.

"She needs a full body scan." Some voice I didn't recognize, demanded frantically.

"Her pupils are dilated. She most likely has a concussion, the hit was pretty bad. We need to get a Head CT." That voice I recognized as Dr. Styles.

There was more commotion, and more demands being ordered, so much stuff happening at once. Multiple phrases and medical terms being thrown around that I couldn't focus on any of it, and it made my head hurt.

Out of nowhere, I felt this wave of pain come over me and I couldn't help but almost scream out in pain and flick my eyes open. I tensed my whole body and I just wanted the pain to go away.

My head hurt, there was a pain in my shoulder, and my whole body feels like I was hit by a semi.

I started to freak out and looked at everything going on around me.

 My scrubs were off and now I was in a slightly familiar hospital gown. 

I am now a patient, but where exactly. And where did my scrubs go. What happened.

I could only move so much, because somebody was holding my right shoulder steady, a nurse.

There was two other doctors in the room and then the back of a very familiar person, that I couldn't exactly make out, until they approached me.

Dr. Styles comes into my view and his green eyes met my hazel ones.

Wait, Dr. Styles is here? Where am I?

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