I jolted straight up, realizing I was asleep. Where am I? What happened? I looked around at my environment and found first that everything was white. An anti-septic aroma struck my nose and I wanted to vomit. I found myself in a bed covered in blankets in a room containing a blank tv, a bunch of windows, and machines I had no clue how to read.

This was the hospital. . .

I recapped my memory remembering all that happened in the last twenty hours. I remembered trying to shove that Cullen, but hardly succeeded feeling a moving stone instead of a body. But, that was probably just me hallucinating or something. I never did that before. . .neither did I faint. My memory went farther remembering the sudden weakness in me and the pain in my arm strengthening. Then, the bandages I tried so hard to stop the bleeding, but failed and I felt the wet, sticky substance bleeding through the fabric. Todd had come to help me, but it only worsened when he touched my wound and I yelped. The last thing I remember was someone tearing the sweat-shirt I wore off and the number of faces watching me.

"Miss. White,"a sudden voice spoke, causing me to hesitate for a brief second. I looked up and saw a doctor now entering the room with a clipboard and pen in his hand. I studied him warily amazed at how young the man was along with the amount of beauty he wore.

He came by my bedside with a warm smile. "Hello, my name is Doctor Cullen."

When I didn't say anything he continued. "It's good to see you're finally awake. I've been taking care of you for the last two days. "His expression hardened. "Were you aware of your condition?"

I narrowed my glare. "No, I wasn't."

Without glancing at his clipboard he explained, "You've suffered a severe blood trauma from the amount of blood lost and have experienced a serious blood transfusion. And, you have a bullet in your left arm." He looked at me with his golden eyes. "You were very close to death."

I looked away, knowing we both knew that was true.

He continued. "Would you mind telling me how you ended up like this?"

Automatically, I shrugged my shoulders ignoring the stinging pain in my left arm . "Don't remember."

"Very well."He wasn't satisfied, but moved onto the next subject anyway. "We haven't been able to contact your father. Would you happen to have any sort of communications to him?"

I bit my lip. Fortunately, something clawed into my throat, and I began coughing. That's when I realized my head burned with fever, goose-bumps disturbed my shivering skin, and my nose hurt as if stung by a bee.

Damn.

"You'll have to stay here for a while,"he told me. The worst thing I ever heard.

"What if you can't find my dad,"I asked ignoring the terrible sinuses of a cold. Why did I ask that?

"So far, I'm not sure."

"-Will I go to an o-orphanage?"The very thought was frightening and heartbreaking.

The doctor didn't look at me when he answered. "I'm not sure, dear."

I couldn't help it this time; the warm tears poured out of me. It was shocking how I never ran out of tears. Don't they run out or something?

"Do you any questions,"he asked, still not looking at me. There was an awful sadness to his voice.

"How long?"

"Your surgery is scheduled tomorrow morning. We'll keep you here to make sure you're healing normally. If all goes as expected you'll be leaving sometime around next week."

"Okay."I wanted to be alone; to grieve over my once life.

He left me to my misery. For what felt like years I stayed still. The longer I remained a statue the more I wanted to scream. Where was my dad? The morning I woke up he took the car and left. I took that to my advantage and went inside my house; where I packed all my belongings.

When I mentioned being poor, that was a lie. Really, I had more than enough money to buy me a mansion in California. But, I never spent it because I wasn't allowed to spend it unless of a emergency. As I recall, this was a emergency. So, I took the money that stayed hidden in a safe under my rooms' floor, grabbed a few of my guns, ( I hoped dearly I would never have to use) and packed some of my wardrobe. While planning this whole thing at the time I was wanting not to have spend money on clothes. I was surprised the whole thing went through smoothly.

After hiding all my things in the cave of a rather large tree in the forest near my home I went to school; my reason for being tardy.

But, would he ever come back? What if he still thinks I betrayed him?

It was hard to think I'd never see my dad again; that would be like taking the sun away. He was my only family member, the only one who cared about me. He might had been away from home a lot of the time working, but he was the closest thing I had to feeling loved.

How am I going to get through this? Can I? Is it even possible to survive this kind of thing?

I guess I was going to find out. . .