When I come to, I'm in the zombie girl's bed. Oh, god, I need coffee so badly. I need- Craig! Where's Craig? "Tweek?" I hear. Thank you, Jesus. Craig's here and he's going to make it all better.

"Craig..." I moan. "Need... coffee..."

"No problem, just press the button on the side of the bed and the nurse will come." I love Craig. He always knows what to do. I press the button.

"You need something, hon?" It's funny, but when Craig's here the nurse is a lot nicer-looking.

"Yeah. I need coffee." The nurse is shaking her head "no." Why no? Why no coffee?

"Oh, no, hon, we're not supposed to let you have coffee. It overexcites you." I groan in agony. My head is splitting open! Sweet Jesus, make it stop! I promise I won't kill anyone! I need the caffeine...

"What about a caffeine drip in an IV, can I get one of those?" It hurts to form words.

"Um, no. Sorry, but it's the doctor's orders." She turns to leave. Ah! She jumps and whirls around. "What is it?" She sounds worried.

"Urg! When can I get out of here?" I grit my teeth- I can't move my jaw without my head exploding.

"You should be out in a matter of minutes," she says. "You only fainted."

"Hey, Marcy, when can I get out of this hell hole?" asks Craig. Marcy the nurse rolls her eyes.

"You'll probably be released tomorrow, I heard the doctors," she says. She sounds like she really knows Craig. Has he told her about me? What did he say?

"Thank God. I'm fucking sick of this place."

Marcy snorts. "Pardon the pun?"

I don't get it.