3. Chapter 3
I could hear voices, soft ones, harsh ones, all kinds. I lifted my eyelids, but then wished I hadn't.
I looked down to see myself lying limp in a hospital bed. In a gown that Melissa Klein would call,
'totally horefendous!' I stammered, but then snapped my mouth shut again as I looked at my nails. They weren't nibbled to the nub anymore, they were long, filed, and pink polish had been painted onto them with glitter.
I started to wish I had just buried myself under the washing powder smelling covers, for that had attracted more than enough attention already. I suddenly realised that my voice sounded so weird, not average and squeaky sometimes, but high and flowing.
A nurse with a high red bun smiled at me,her blinding white teeth dazzled me.
"Hi! I'm Nurse Avans, I'll be your G.P for the time being, whilst we get some details sorted out!"
What was up with my voice?