I jolted up,my hospital gown draped over my legs and my forehead is beaded with sweat. "What was that?" I thought, I looked around, I was in a hospital room with white wash walls, alone. I tried to sit up by using my arms to prop me up, but fell back in immense pain. I looked over to my arm to see it was in a cast, "aww shit!" I said aloud. At this point, a familiar voice stops me mid sentence,"Hazel Grace thank God you're awake, you've been out for days"
"Mom, I'm fine, what happened? I had this really weird drea-"
"you fell down a set of stairs whilst on that stupid skateboard of yours and hit your head, Hazel you really should be more careful!"
"okay mother, yes mother, anyway about this dream, so I had cance-"
"Hazel! Dont talk about stuff like that you'll get me worried" she drowned on.
"Ugh fine, when can I get out of here?" I said, I'm already sick of this place.
"tomorrow I think, they said the day after you wake up if there is no complications" her mouth curled up as if she was trying to smile but failing, miserably.
"Well I have to go but I'll be back tomorrow to pick you up, okay?"
"okay mom I'll see you then" she left the room and the door slammed behind her. Alone, again as always. I rested my head on my pillow, closed my eyes and though back to my dream. I had cancer, and I met a boy, Augustus. Went everywhere but then tragedy struck and he died, how can my mind make this shit up. I close my eyes, hoping to rejoin the dream, or start it over, yet alas I don't.