Trapped (Read description because I'm a loser)

Two

THIS CHAPTER HAS NOT BEEN EDITED. 

"Another day in hell."

"You think this is hell? They cook you three hot meals a day, and you get to sit and watch the television with it, too! And you always bitch about this place! God, I wanna be you sometimes." Alex was watching me eat a turkey sandwich was in fact, not hot.

"I have to get fluids pumped into me every hour, I have zero privacy, and this is a sandwich, Alex. Does it look like a hot meal?" Alex kind of resembles my brother. You know, the too stupid for their own good type thing.

"Well at least you don't have Saturday detention." Last week Alex had gotten in big trouble. He decided it would be funny to buy a thong and put it in his math teacher's desk. His math teacher flipped his shit apparently.

"You wouldn't have Saturday detention if you didn't do that thing with a thong," I muttered to myself. Sometimes people were seriously stupid. Like, the whole thing itself is hilarious, but maybe you should do that to a friend, not your math teacher.

It was Saturday and Alex had just gotten out of detention. He was explaining to me how he got into trouble, leaving me gawking at him.

"Thinking again, Hanna? Gosh, so secretive." I was soon over the whole wish thing, after Alex explained, rather harshly, I might add, that it would never happen. I guess he's right, though. There's no hope for me. None. It's not like I'm ever going to get better. I lived a good nine years, and those ones are probably going to be the only good ones, for that matter.

"W-what?" As soon as I was snapped out of my thoughts, I responded to the very impatient boy sitting down across form me.

"W-what?" Alex mimicked and then continued. "Yeah, you were thinking and being all secretive about it. Well, the jig's up. I already know. Humph."

"Well then, dick face. What else is new?"

"It turns out I can actually get dates." I literally just spit all of the liquid contents in my mouth out. Which Alex had brought me from outside the hospital. Which wasn't allowed but he brought me stuff al the time and we never got caught.

"Are you kidding me?" It's not that Alex was bad looking, trust me, he's not, but he's just a jackass. All he can really get is one night stands. He's fine with that, though.

"No, I am not 'kidding you'. I really have a date. With the new girl," Alex explained.

"Why is the floor and your bed all wet?" A nurse had just strolled into the room.

"Um, I," Alex and I exchanged a look together. "Peed?"

"You peed. In your bed and all over the floor?" Damn, this nurse was good.

"Yes? I mean no. No, wait. I do mean yes." Yeah, we're busted.

"Well, since your urine is dark brown and smells deeply of root beer," she paused and looked at Alex. "I think you have a yeast infection. Let's take some samples of your urine and I'll go get Dr. Caverly."

"No!" Have you ever had that moment when you and your best friend say something at the exact same time but then it keeps happening?

"Jinx!"

"California!" We say California instead of counting to ten because it has the letters.

"You owe me a soda!"

"No one owes anyone a soda unless it's from the cafeteria. Do you understand, Mr. Monroe?" By now the nurse had apparently gotten Dr. Caverly.

"I-I understand, sir. It won't happen again."