Just trying out something different. I've been reading a story and it's in first person's point of view and because it's so well written and enjoyable, I wanted to try it out. To see if that POV works for me as well. So this chapter is just a little experiment, and if it's not a success I will switch back.


Logan

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the fact that I wasn't in my own bed. The second thing I realized was that this wasn't my room. I looked around and then looked down at what I was wearing. This ...? Eh? I was in a hospital?

''Sleeping beauty finally woke up?'' I heard a familiar voice mock.

I turned my head to the left and I saw Kendall standing in the doorway. Wasn't that door closed just now? He must've opened it when I wasn't looking. Sneaky bastard.

''You were unconscious for about ten days now,'' he said, not even looking at me. ''I thought you were never gonna wake up.''

''Ten days?'' I asked. ''Why? What happened?''

''You tell me,'' he shrugged. I could tell he knew more, but I just didn't press him. If he didn't want to tell me, fine, I'll just ask James or someone..

Ah, James!

''Where's James?'' I asked eagerly. ''Is he OK?''

''What is it with you two?'' my friend sighed. ''One of the first things he asked when he woke up was if you were alright, and one of the first things you want to know is his condition.''

I frowned. ''Maybe because it's normal to care.''

''Ah, I guess I can't blame you guys, you're right,'' he continued. ''I would be worried too. Anyway, to answer your question, he is just fine. Left the hospital like four days ago. Don't worry about him.''

Four days ago? Then why was he kept here for six days?

''He's fine? What did he have? What do I have? I feel just fine.''

''I don't know what he had. He seemed fine to me. And how the hell am I supposed to know about you? You just woke up, I don't even know why you weren't conscious to begin with.''

''You're lying,'' I said. ''I can tell.''

''I'm not lying!'' he exclaimed. Kendall raised his fist. ''I swear.''

''But you're not telling me everything,'' I calmly replied. ''What are you hiding? And why?''

He grunted and mumbled something that sounded a lot like ''I don't know!'' before turning around to leave. But before he did, he stopped and said, ''I guess I shouldn't be the one telling you.''

I wanted to ask him what he meant, but he had already left my room. Then who should be telling me what?

Mr. Lee

When I was going to get a cup of coffee for my colleague, a guy tapped my shoulder. I remembered his face, but I didn't know exactly who he was or why he wanted to speak to me.

''Can I help you?'' I politely asked him.

''I was told to inform someone when my friend woke up,'' he explained. ''He did. He's in room 209. His name is Logan Mitchell.''

''Ah, right,'' I remembered. I gave him a small nod. ''Thank you. I will check on him immediately. Have a nice day, sir.''

Was it just me or did he not sound very happy about the fact that his friend woke up?


Ah, short chapter is short! I apologize! This chapter isn't too important, but I just wanted to put something up. I promise future chapters will be longer (and up faster).