Beep. Beep. Beep.
I woke up. "Guys, look! He's awake!!" A familiar voice yelled. I couldn't place it... I slowly opened my eyes and turned my head to the side to see who it was. "No, no, no, hon, keep your head still," a young nurse said, rushing over. "How are you feeling, Harry?" She asked. "Yeah, we haven't seen you in ages! Well, a week, but... We thought you like died after that operation or something!" Another voice said. It was making my head hurt. Assuming they were talking to someone else, I stayed silent. "Harry?" Another voice said. Who the fuck were they talking to? "Earth to Harry?" The first voice said. I looked at the young nurse. I tried to ask something but my mouth wouldn't make a sound. Her eyes widened. She mumbled something about my case being worse than she thought. She rushed out of the room and brought a doctor in.
"Hi." A doctor said. He examined me quickly, concern crossing his face. "Uh, I'm just going to ask your parents if I can do a surgery on you. Is that okay?" He asked. Well, stated. I was getting so damn frustrated. What the actual fuck was going on?! I just wanted to pull my hair out, but, then again, I couldn't move. Wait- could I? I tried scratching myself. Nope. I didn't even know who I was, where I was, who these people were, what was wrong with me, it was just... Ugh, I would rather fucking go to hell.
Just then, the doctor reappeared. "Your parents said yes," he said, "want to see them?" I groaned. Or tried to anyways. This was so frustrating that I wanted to kill myself! Actually...
I was in the woods with Hannah, Allana, and Bella. My stomach growled and my sister was still quietly sobbing. "Shh, it'll be okay," I soothed her. She nodded but kept sobbing to herself. "Mama... Papa... Mama... Papa..." I realized she was saying. Suddenly, my throat went dry. What if she was traumatized? A single tear rolled down my face. I looked at her. She was pale and her eyes looked empty and dark. I felt her forehead. 102 degrees?! That was way over Mom's limit! "Stop it!" I scolded myself. I had been trying to get my parents out of my head. "Guys?" I croaked, "I think Emma has a fever," just then, it started softly raining. I wasn't worried, but as it started raining harder and harder, concern built up. suddenly, there was a huge flash if lightning. Emma didn't move but just screamed. Just then, another flash of lightning hit Emma. She stopped breathing.