Chapter 5

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"Good morning Mrs Weber! How are you feeling this morning?" the nurse walks in and gives me my breakfast. I rub my eyes. "I feel like I want to die" I moan, I'm in so much pain. "Well that's no good is it" she exclaims. "Well just think on the bright side, you're getting discharged in a few hours". Wow didn't think that was going to happen. "Who would you like us to contact to come and pick you up?" she asks. "Uhm" I say, "my sister Chrissy please". I give the nurse her number and then she leaves the room. I eat my breakfast and manage to get up and out of bed to get ready. I don't really have anything with me, so I just put on the clothes that were already here. There is a little blood stain on my shirt but I'm assuming that's from when I fell. I don't really think much of it either. When Chrissy gets here, she helps me to the car and checks me out. "Do you want to come to my house or yours?" she asks while we are in the car. I kind of think it's a dumb question. "Uhm mine thanks" I reply. She turns to me. "Are you sure? You were pretty quick to make up your mind". "I'm sure" I say. "I want Starbucks though". If I so called 'lost my memory' obviously I didn't lose my love for iced coffee's. After we get our drinks Chrissy drives us home. "Do you want me to come in too?" she asks. She is acting very weird asking me all these questions. "Okay? You can have a coffee or something" I say. I hop out of the car and head to the stairs. I turn around to Chrissy, "if this is about me having two arms in a cast, don't worry about me okay. I'm fine" I say. I head back for the stairs. I see blood at the bottom, it gives me a weird feeling, like something is trying to tell me something, but I can't figure out what. I go into the house and attempt to make us something to drink. Having 2 arms in a cast sure is annoying. After a few hours Chrissy asks if it's okay if she could go. I reply with yes because I don't know why she keeps asking. When she goes home, I decide to go to sleep. I can remember some things, like how to use things and where my bedroom is, but other than that, nothing.

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