A/N: Hey! This is my first writing ever and even though you may or may not like it, I want you guys to review this truthfully; lies will get me nowhere.

I'll only keep writing if you want me to and I won't post chapter one until I get reviews on the prologue because I kind of want to write something people will actually read. Like I said before, this is my very first writing ever, so even though I want you guys to review, please don't be that mean.

THANKS! And I know Kim might seem a little OOC at first but hopefully that will change as the story progresses.

Prologue

"Kim."

That voice. I recognized that voice from somewhere.

"Kim, can you hear me?"

That voice was so familiar. Where did it come from? A dozen questions wandered through my mind. Who did that voice belong to? Why was it so familiar? Why can't I open my eyes to see who the voice's owner was?

"Dude," a quieter voice started, "you know that doc said she couldn't interact with us until later. That means she can't hear us, bro."

I knew that voice too! Where were these voices coming from? This voice had a slight Spanish accent. Did I know someone with a Spanish accent? No, I don't think so.

Someone, I don't know where, sighed, probably being just a little overdramatic. "You think I don't know that? Do you think I like being in this situation?" Voice number one was getting very exasperated. Wait- what is this situation you speak of?

"Jack, none of us blames you. It wasn't your fault for what happened to her."

Ok, so voice number one's owner was apparently named "Jack." Do I know a Jack? I racked my brain for references of someone named Jack, but nothing immediately came to mind.

"It might has well have been! I could have prevented it but I didn't. Kim is pretty much in here because of me!" 'In here?' What is 'here?' Ok, mister, who are you, what did you do to me, and where is 'here?'

There was a somewhat long moment of silence and I couldn't figure out what Jack and mystery boy might have been doing. Suddenly, mystery boy spoke up. "Jack, maybe you should get out of here. Go to the cafeteria and relax, maybe get something to eat. I know Milton and Eddie are worried. Maybe you should go let them know that Kim is fine."

But I'm not fine! I wanted to scream. I didn't know where I was, what happened to me, or why there were two creepers in my room who were talking about me like we were best friends or something weird like that because I'm pretty sure that I am not friends with 'Jack' and a Spanish-accented person.

"Yeah, you're probably right Jer," Jack said with an even longer sigh than before.

Ok, scratch what I said before. I am pretty sure that I am not friends with a 'Jack' and a 'Jer.' What kind of name is Jer anyway?

"Pft, I know I'm right," Jer said, laughing. There was a pause followed by a slam of the door which told me that Jer and Jack probably left the room.

My brain relaxed once the two boys left but now that I didn't have anything to concentrate on except the steady beep of some weird contraption to the… left of me, I finally noticed that I was in pain; and a lot of it.

I think my head hurt the worst out of everything. It was throbbing unevenly at the base of the skull, near the back of the top of my neck. My back hurt pretty badly too. I tried moving but no avail. I couldn't open my eyes, let alone lift a finger up. Other parts of my body hurt too but those were the most painful.

Since I didn't have anything better to do, I tried to remember what happened to me that made me become injured so badly. Ok, you probably think I'm making this up or at least a lunatic, but literally, the last thing I remember at the moment is the sound of the slamming door when Jack and Jer walked out of this place that I don't know. If I try to look beyond that moment, all I get is a big blur that makes my head hurt worse. Seriously, I feel like my brain is going to explode if I think too hard.

I tried to fall back asleep after I had my mini thinking session but just as I was about to drift into unconsciousness, the door burst open with as much noise as possible and whoever was behind the force did not care whatsoever that I was on the verge of getting much-needed beauty sleep.

I wanted to tell them off, but I couldn't move or speak so that was out of the question, obviously.

"Stop pushing, Jerry! I'm going as fast as I can," said a boy who sounded like a five-year-old. Great, a third voice to add to my list of creepers. His voice was somewhat high and girlish-sounding but it was obvious- wait. Did girly-boy say 'Jerry?' I tried to put two and two together. Jack said 'Jer,' and the third boy said 'Jerry,' and they sound a lot alike. Ok, Jer and Jerry. Jer, Jerry, Jer, Jerry… Oh! Jer, is a short nick-name for Jerry! Wow, I feel like an idiot. I mentally slapped myself on the forehead, 'cause, you know, I'm unable.

That still left a problem, though. I still had no idea who this 'Jerry' person was, much less Jack and now a nasally freak.

My life was just great at the moment.

"Well, hurry up! The game starts in two minutes and we still have to figure out what channel it's on!" I think it was Jerry talking- there was the Spanish accent again.

Jack spoke up next. "I agree with Jerry, we have to hurry." He paused. "Well now, hold on." Jack must've been sort of a miracle worker or something because just when I thought the boys couldn't get any louder, they stopped making noise and (I guessed) turned their attention toward Jack. "Should we watch the game in here? Because this is Kim's room and we should be considerate. After all, she is comatose."

I decided I liked this Jack kid, whoever he was. He seemed nice and cared about other peoples' feelings…

"Dude," Jerry dragged out the word, "It's totally swag," Swag? Really? "to care about Kim, man, but this is the only room in the whole hospital that has cable TV and my two favorite teams are playing," I heard a sound like someone fell onto the couch. It was probably Jerry, "so we are watching it in here."

…unlike Mr. Spanish boy over there, draped across the couch like he owned it. I haven't decided if I liked the five-year-old yet. I guess I'll just have to wait to hear if he says anything worth my liking. So far, the odds aren't good.

Someone sighed but I couldn't tell who it was. Maybe it was Jack; he seemed to be doing a lot of it lately anyway.

Sooner or later I heard the TV come to life but apparently whoever was in this room before me was practically deaf because the volume was maxed out and wasn't bothered to be turned down. It was so loud that I couldn't make out any of the words that were being said from the boys and the TV.

"WOAH! WOAH, WOAH, WOAH! WOAH!" Someone screamed and immediately the volume was lowered. "Guys, that was so loud, Kim probably could hear it and she's not even conscious!" Jack.

WRONG! I wanted to scream, yet again. I could hear it even if I'm not fully "awake!" God, you guys are full of yourselves.

"Dude, you're right, I'm sorry, bro." At least he sounded sincere. "Here, let me take that remote and put it away for you." There was a pause and I guess it was Jack giving the remote to Jerry. "I'm just gonna shoot it into the basket on the stand next to the bed and hope I get three points for it!" Wait- what? Come again?

"Jerry, wait! This is not a basketball court! Something bad could happen." Great, now the five-year-old was standing up for me. I guess it was nice of him to look after me, even if I had no clue who this little dude was.

"Oh, c'mon Milton," alright, so the little man's name was Milton. Hmmmm, I thought, kind of fits, "what's the worst that could happen?" Um, a lot? Like for one thing, the frickin' remote could hit me! Where was Jack? He seemed sensible and I was pretty sure that he could stop this Jerry 'dude.'

"Jerry, I advise you to put the remote down." Ah, there he was. "Either that or walk over to the basket like a normal person and just lay the remote in there. Do not, I repeat: do not, throw it."

"Jack, you're the one who always tells us to reach for our goals and never let anything, or anyone, get in our way. And right now, my goal is to make this remote into the basket on the other side of the room."

What kind of goal was that?

"Jerry, I only meant for you to take that statement literally when, oh I don't know, you're doing martial arts or dancing or stuff like that, not when you're trying to shoot a remote into a basket like it was a basketball." Thank you, Jack. Wait- martial arts? Eh, I guess martial arts were alright. I'd only seen it done a couple times, I think, because not that I was trying to remember, a single time didn't pop up.

"Whatever, I'm going for it! In 3-"

"Now wait a sec-"

"2-"

"Jerry, no!"

"1!"

No!

"Ah Christmas nuts." Ok, Milton, now is not the time.

I was bracing myself for what to come because honestly, I had no idea what would happen. After a few moments of dead silence and no sound of an impact with anything in the general area, I guessed that Jerry had actually done it and made it into the-

OW!

I spoke too soon.

Somehow Mr. Spanish boy created a high ark where the landing point of the remote just so happened to be directly in the middle of my forehead. How did he manage to do that, you might ask? I have no frickin' idea.

The pain from the impact exploded throughout my entire skull and I felt like I was going to die, or at least have my brain burst into a bazillion pieces. The pain moved from the targeted point, to the sore spot on the back of my neck, to my temples where it just stayed there like it had all the time in the world. Now, I don't know what was wrong with me; I didn't expect so much pain to come from a little bump on the head.

All of a sudden I got really tired and I felt numbness throughout my whole body. I couldn't think straight anymore and I was getting subconsciously dizzy. What is happening?

The thing that was to the left of me was beeping slowly and steadily until the collision. Within seconds, the once-steady beeps turned into a continuous sound and I slowly drifted off into what I thought was a deep sleep.

"Jerry, what did you do? She's flat lining!" Jack screeched, and that was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.

Well, there's the prologue. I know kind of short but keep in mind that it's just the prologue. My chapters are going to be longer than this, but that's up for you to decide. REVIEW if you want me to keep writing.

Also, if you have any idea or suggestions, I'm very flexible. I'll make it work. Thanks, and remember, BE HONEST!

-ecStarz