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( 1 week later)
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
The sharp, rhythmic sound was the first thing I sensed. It reminded me of something, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It was bad, though.
I tried to open my eyes. Everything around me was blurry. My movements were restrained, and, as I tried to speak, I felt my sore throat, like if I had been crying for hours.
Something was wrong. I could feel it. What had happened? I didn't know. Did I want to?
I slowly went back to myself. I remembered what had happened. At least a part of it. I was near the Rosewood cliff. And then… black. Lost, empty moments in my memory.
Toby. That's right. I had called him. And then… then what? I could recall pain. Shock. Hitting something. Light -or was it a clear darkness?
I must have made a movement, because I suddenly felt a grip around my hand.
"Spencer! Oh my God Peter! Peter! She woke up!"
It was my mom. For a second tears filled my eyes. One thing I could remember was fighting with her that night. Last night? Or even more long ago?
My dad came in practically running. He held my hand too, and looked at me with true, regretful eyes.
"Wh-where am I?" I croaked.
I didn't need an answer, though. I had understood I was in a hospital the minute I felt those sharp needles on my arm and saw the white immaculate walls.
"Rosewood's Memorial honey. Do-do you remember anything?"
I shook my head. I felt too tired to talk. I felt too tired...for everything. I felt numb. I wanted… something. Sleep? Eat? Drink? My friends? Toby?
Toby. Where was he? Was he alright?
I weakly mumbled his name.
"He's here, Spence" My father said. It surprised me. For dozens of reasons. That I couldn't think about at the moment.
A doctor came in. After he tried to check on me, he realized I was too weak to stand it, and just suggested me to rest.
Weak. I had never described myself with that word. I was a Hastings, that was an antonym of weak. For a moment I had wanted to burst into tears.
But I decided to play it rough and pretend to be myself. I could get through this, right? Like I always had.
Hi hi! New short chapter, just to warm you up for the next one!
If you notice something similar to the previous chapter (quotes or stuff), well, it isn't a coincidence! (:
Well, I wanted to ask you:
-Do you like my writing? Do you think I am talented? (Sorry, today I'm kind of craving for some approval)
Please let me know. And by the way, thanks for all the lovely impatient reviews I got for the last chapter! Haha keep doing it, I would love to read you.
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