Megan POV

I hear voices. Worried voices.

"I think she's waking," a voice whispers.

"Hush!" another commands.

I'm just drifting.

And then.

And then.

And then.

And then I jerk awake, gasping.

My eyes are still blurry, but I can hear hushed cheering.

Then I see my mother.

I try to lift a hand toward her, but it falters.

She takes my hand in hers.

She whispers, "You naughty naughty girl. What did you think you were doing when you crossed the road like that? You should have looked before you crossed!" She's scolding me, but she's sobbing in relief and happiness.

Nurses immediately rush over, offering me water and a drink that they say gives you energy.

I take a tiny sip.

Strawberry.

It does give me energy, so I gulp the rest down, and take a tiny sip of water.

My mother is still crying.

I'm almost stronger than her in terms of emotions.

It's weird.

And a little off, because was she the one who had a concussion?

I don't think so.

Maybe I am getting better.

Casts are being put of me everywhere until I feel like I can't move because I am encased in stiff fabric that is refusing to let me go.

So, in the end I sit on my bed, smiling weakly at my mother and simple observing life.

The world.

How good it feels to be able to see things again.

At least I'm a little better.


I know that I did not leave a cliff hanger so I will leave one now: what's happening outside? And also, I hope you guys caught on that I answered the major question: Why was Mrs. Wong crying?

And. . .that's all. Oh, and please review!