I awoke feeling sick to my stomach, but in strange surroundings. A hospital bed? I began to call in a raspy voice that hadn't been used in what sounded like years.
A nurse rushed in smiling sincerely.
"Hello honey. How are you feeling? You've been out for about a month now. I hate to be giving you all this information at once, but I'll wait a moment. You have some visitors!" She said, her name tag reading Fleur.
Suddenly, I felt a major bout of nausea hit me like a tidal wave. In walked Greg, my Mother, and Harry. I gasped. They grinned like a family of Cheshire cats. Greg walked up to the nurse, saying something in whispers, gesturing "subtly" at me. As if. Fleur smiled kindly, gave me a slight wave, and walked out of the room. Uh oh.
Greg walked up to my bedside, grinning the worst of them all.
"Thought you'd run away, huh? Thought you'd never see us again, huh? Well, sweetheart, you've got another thing comin. We'll be going home in 3 days, after they check over you a bit. Then I'll be 'checking over you' real hard, when we get back. Hehehehheh!"
And with that, Greg, Harry, and my mother left without another word. Bitch. She has never stood up for me. Her own flesh and blood. Fucked up, that's all I can say.
I'm going to cherish these 3 days as if they were my last...
It is quite possible, they just may be.