I wake up in a hospital bed. Again.
"I'll never get permission to camp again" is the first thought that pops into my head.
"D-dad."
"It's okay, honey we're here. You're safe now. "
"Was it the beans again? "
Dad smiled through his grief, "Not this time. "
"Julie is alive, she told us everything."
"why would - why did Chris -"
"We don't know she's in a psychiatric ward as of now, she says she doesn't remember anything. "
"Ana! Is Ana okay? "
"You should rest now, honey. We'll talk about it later, okay? "
