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Thirteen

I don't remember very much about it when I fell. And I didn't really mean to do it. Sure that's what I said, but I don't think that I ever really was going to jump.

And I don't remember anything except seeing the rocks right in front of me right before I hit the ground. I don't know if I just blacked out, or if my brain won't let me remember it because of how traumatic it probably was.

But I do remember being in the ambulance.

My breathing speeding up as I struggled to figure out where I was, and the pain that was through my entire body, and seeing the red that had to be blood.

"His heart rate is speeding up," I heard someone say.

I wanted to scream.

Fuck. It hurt so bad.

In that moment, I wished I actually was dead from the pain.

And I couldn't scream, or yell, or say anything because there was a tube down my throat.

"He's awake," Another voice said.

I had put it together at that point that I was in an ambulance. I was probably going to the hospital.

"Sebastion, we're going to need you to calm down. I know it hurts, but you've just gotta tough it out. I know you're tough, that's what your friend said. He's right behind us, okay?" The first voice asked.

Parker. He was just behind me. He would be there.

Parker. He had seen me like this... he was probably the one who called.

I was a horrible person.

I opened my eyes, and it was so bright. There was someone above me, with a bag that I think was attached to the tube in my throat, but that didn't make sense. I was awake.

I don't remember anything after that.

***

The next thing that I do remember is being in the emergency room, and seeing a ton of doctors around me, moving around really fast and talking a lot. It was loud. I don't know what anyone said, because it was too much for my brain to handle.

"Doctor Hunt, he's awake!" Someone said.

"Give him some more propofol," Another voice said, and after that, I passed out again.

***

The next time I woke up had to be a long time later. Or maybe it wasn't. It didn't hurt as bad anymore, and I didn't have a tube down my throat anymore, but my throat was really dry. Was there any water around?

I was hooked up to about a million different wires and machines, and there was a beeping sound in the room.

Nobody else was there. I was all alone. Where was Parker? I thought that they said he was right behind me. Would my family be there? I didn't think they were.

What hurt the most was my stomach, or around it at least, and when I looked down I saw a bunch of bandages around me, and there was some on my leg. There was a cast on my left arm and a splint on my right. I think my right leg was fine because I couldn't see any bandages on it or anything.

I really, really wanted some water.

I didn't think I would get hurt that bad. Maybe I hit the side of the rock then the ground. Maybe those rocks had been sharper than I thought, or maybe I had hit some before I hit the ground.

I didn't have time to think about it, because right after that, a nurse or a doctor walked in with some water. He looked nice.

"How are you feeling?" He asked me.