"Uuuuuuuugh," I groan, as I attempt to stretch while lying down. Quite an awkward movement, that is. I take a visual of the damage, not too bad considering I almost died. So close, yet so far away... I'm starting to get a headache thinking about it, so let's think about things one at a time. First, who am I? I am a girl named Rose. Rose Llewellyn. Second, where am I? I'm in a hospital room in Washington, a state notorious for its rainy weather. Not that that's a problem, rain is one of my favorite things in the world. Third, how do I get out of here? Scanning the room, I see a bathroom, sink, and a nightstand right next to my bed. There looks to be a camera pointed at my door from what I can see out the window to the hallway, so the door is out. Surely there must be another way. Rather abruptly, that same boy saunters in and I give him the best scowl I can manage at this point. He laughs.
"How're you doing Rosie," he teases as he starts on what looks like some kind of weird sandwich, "this hospital food sucks. You'd be much better off with some Wendy's, maybe I should sneak some in for you." I stare at him,
"Why haven't you left yet?" But the kid just smiles, ruffles my hair, and goes back to eating his sandwich.
