FarFarrrAway
"Get over here, Quinta! I found 210," he called. I raced toward Wes, anticipation making my heart pound. This was it. As soon as I had reached his side, he twisted the door knob gently, and we tiptoed inside the sterile room.
There was the constant beeping of a heart monitor. Wes rushed to the bed where a young lady lay limp. A clipboard sat on the small table by the hospital bed. I picked it up, squinting at the scrawl, and began to read it.
"Quinta Zarioza Summers, age 24, Latin origin, born in Pinehallow, IL."
Beep.
"Blood Type AB. 126 lbs., 66 in."
Beep.
There were some more scribbles about the patient, but what stood out was the incident of how she ended up there.
"Car crash caused patient to go comatose."
Beep.
"Patient was admitted into ICU at 11:53:21 P.M., Saturday, May 6th, 2017."
Beep.
"Ordered by parental guardians to be kept on life support."
Suddenly dizzy, I sat down in a plastic chair by the bed to steady myself.
Wes gave me a grim look. "I told you it's bad."
I gulped nervously, but glared back at him. "Well, duh, this is bad! They all think that she," I motioned at the lady, "is me!"
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Book Cover Credits to: VoileSurLaMer (aka The Wordsmith (aka one of my amazing best friends who writes way better than I do (aka someone you should really check out!)))
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This story will not be updated regularly, does not have a defined plot created yet (since it was kinda just a random idea thrown together for Episode), but will be continued (hopefully). I'm just enjoying writing the story itself, but please don't expect commitment to it. Please do give some feedback! Constructive criticism and suggestions are much appreciated. :)