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How long have I been up? Is it the morning? Why do I feel so weak? What happened last night? My head is killing me. Okay I am so never drinking again. I feel so dizzy I can't think or…

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Ow my head! How long have I been up? My head is pounding and kind of hazy. My mouth is dry. Damn this is the worst hangover I have ever had. I am seriously never drinking again. Wait a minute…is that a voice? No, I need to rest.

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How long have I been up? Half an hour? Two hours possibly? Oh well it's too hard to tell. Wait what day is it?

I just lie still for awhile, my head is splitting and my throat is dry.

What happened last night? Where was I? And what is wrong with my head? It's as if my brain is cloudy.

I am so never drinking again. That's it! I must have alcohol poisoning. I try and remember last night but all I see are random memories flashing by as if my brain was an iPod and it was on shuffle mode.

I see sunflowers against a clear, blue sky and a plate of french fries with mustard. I see Todd as a little sneaky ten year old and the feel on sunshine on my neck but that's about it. I also have the taste of cranberries in my mouth.

Hey wait a minute. I force myself to think.

Cranberries.

I'm starting to remember something.

I got it. Cosmopolitans.

We were drinking cosmopolitans at the club. But that's all I can remember. Fucking cosmos'. What the hell did they put in them?

Oh my god I can't even open eyes. It's like that time I accidently glued my left eye shut when I tried to put on fake eyelashes. Good going on that one Claire.

Slowly I move my hand and hear the rustling of sheets. That's strange those don't sound like my sheets. And there's a weird smell in the air and I'm wearing some T-shirt thing. Where am I?

Whoa I didn't like cheat on Marc did I? No I wouldn't do that. I would never be unfaithful. I must have stayed of Massie's house or something. I know, I'll just get up and take a hot shower and maybe I'll feel better.

I open my eyes and try to lift my head up.

What the hell---

I'm lying on a metal bed with a panel of buttons on it and there's flowers on the nightstand next to me. I turn to my left to see an IV drip in my left hand.

Oh. My. God. I'm in a hospital. What happened?

I try my best to remember, but I get nothing. My mind is completely blank. I need a really strong cup of coffee. I look around the rooms for clues of what happened, but my eyes don't want to look. They want some eye drops and three aspirin…make that four aspirin. I fall back on my pillow and close my eyes. I couldn't have seriously been that drunk right?

I try again to remember. Singing. Yes we were doing karaoke, but I was upset. Why? Oh yeah the bonuses. And Marc never came and the next day was my dad's funeral. Wait did I miss that too?

That's all I can remember. Everything else is fuzzy. I'll have to text Mass later and ask her what happened.

I reach out for my phone, but it's not there. Come to think of it, I don't see any of my stuff.

Oh God. What if I was mugged? Maybe that's what happened. Someone hit me over the head with a large rock and took my stuff!

Oh my God…what underwear was I wearing? I pray to God it wasn't the scaggy, faded pink one's with a cartoon oh Hello Kitty.

It wouldn't have been anything fancy for Marc well because it's Marc hello! But I can't see my clothes anywhere. The doctors must have isolated them in a room for scaggy cartoon underwear.

Hey where are these so called nurses and doctors anyway? Why if I was dying?

I try to call out, but my throat is still so dry I can hardly speak. I see the little panel next to me. Well duh! I press the button with a little person on it. Soon a gray-haired, short nurse comes in.

"Hello, Claire! How are you feeling?" she asked.

"I'm okay, but my head hurts and I'm really thirsty."

"I'll go and get you something to drink and some aspirin." She comes back five minutes later with water and aspirin. "Here this should help some."

"Thanks," I say after taking the aspirin. "So I'm in a hospital?"

"Yes you are. Do you remember how you got here?"

"No. To be honest, everything is a little fuzzy."

"That's because you hit your head pretty hard. Do you remember anything about your accident at all?"

Accident? Suddenly it all came back. Trying to hail a taxi and slipping down those damn steps. Wow I must have really hit my head hard!

"Kind of. So…what time is it?"

"It's nine o'clock." Nine o'clock? Really, I've been sleeping the whole day? "I'm Izzie by the way. You were brought to this room a couple of hours ago and we talked a little bit."

"Really? Well what did I say?"

"You kept asking me if something was baggy or maybe you said scaggy?" She frowned.

Great just great. I not only wear scaggy underwear, but I go around blabbing about then to total strangers.

"Scaggy? I have no idea what that means!" I tried my best to act surprised.

"Well you seem alert now. Do you need anything else?" Izzie says fixing my pillow.

"Orange juice if you have any. And I need my phone and my bag please."

"Alright I'll get those for you now." She leaves and I do know what to think. Does any know what happened to me? And if so where are they? Where's my mom and Massie, Dylan, and Kristen? I have been unconscious, with an IV drip in my hand and nobody's here!

Izzie comes back with a plastic bag that has Claire Lyons written on it in black marker. I reach out for it and notice my nails. What the---

My nails were always short from my habit of biting them down, but now they were buffed and long. They can't possibly be acrylics can they?

"Your bag is in there too. I'll be back later to check on you." Izzie said and then left. I reached in the plastic bag and pull out a glossy, expensive looking Prada bag.

Great they've gave me someone else's stuff. Like I'd ever own a Prada bag.

I stare at the bag wondering who it belonged to. Probably some rich girl down the hall. Finally I drop the bag and shut my eyes.

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