This chapter ends sort of . . . surprisingly. Hope you like it! :)
Mary was puzzled. Where was she? Was she at home, with Dominique? Was she with Joey . . . Joey, a car. A music video?! What the hell? She racked her brains. She could remember bits and pieces, but putting them together was next to impossible.
Mary came to the conclusion that she should open her eyes. She did so, and groaned almost immediately. It was bright, freakishly bright. White reflected off stainless steel, and everything looked much too bright. "Mary?" a concerned, female voice sounded. I yanked the blanket over my head.
"Go away!" I said, my voice muffled. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.
"It's Mercedes," the soft, female voice informed me.
"So?" I questioned why I should care whether she had a Mercedes or not? A fancy car, what's the big deal? No, wait! She's a person, not a car! I suddenly caught hold of the sanity train, just before it left the station. I whipped off the stiff blanket and peeked through my lashes.
"Mercedes . . . my roommate?" My voice was hoarse. She rolled her eyes.
"No, the other Mercedes." I narrowed my eyes.
"I'm confused and partially insane. Don't test me." She cracked a smile. "Where are we?" I wondered, sitting up. Suddenly, I looked down at my wrist, and gave out a shriek of horror. Mercedes leaped from the chair as I began clawing at my arms.
"What the hell, Mary? What's wrong with you?"
"Why. Are . There. Needles. In. My. WRIST?!" I shouted. I attempted to pull them out, but a nurse rushed in and held me down. Mercedes was trying, and failing, not to giggle. The nurse shot her a glare, and she burst into hysterics, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Maybe you should leave," the nurse suggested.
"No, thanks. I'm okay." She smiled brightly at the obviously irritated nurse. "I think she has a slight fear of needles." I turned onto my side, and glared at my roommate.
"You can leave," I told my nurse shortly. She looked surprised and uncertain. Glancing back at Mercedes, I winked, then waved at the nurse. Mercedes copied me. We looked comical, and the nurse narrowed her eyes. But, she backed out without a fuss.
Once she was gone, we collapsed into a fit of giggles. Suddenly, a fresh batch of memories washed over me, including the ones of Mercedes . . . and Cameron. "So, where's your BFF?" I asked coolly. Mercedes fidgeted in the plastic chair.
"Um, well, I rushed over here the minute I heard about your accident-"
"How did you find out?"
"Mary, we live in the 2010, not 1850! Email, news, phone, gossip! You are dating Joey Parker, these things don't go unnoticed." Mercedes shook her head disapprovingly. I slumped back into my pillow.
"Thanks," I told her. "For coming, I mean. Wait . . . how's Joey?" I asked in concern. Mercedes eyes flitted around nervously.
"Um, he's . . . okay?" It came out more like a question than a statement. My eyes widened.
"What?! Mercedes, I swear to God if you don't tell me what the hell is going on I will throttle you!"
"Okay, okay! Jesus Christ, woman, I'll tell you! He's, um, well . . . you'd better just come and see for yourself." Mercedes got up, and ordered me to stay put. Then, she left. I heard her and the nurse conferring in quiet voices outside. I sighed. What could be so wrong that I had to see Joey to understand it?
A minute or so later, the tense nurse from before returned. Sighing, she unhooked me from various machines. I was relieved when she slipped the IV out of my wrist.
Getting up, I stumbled. Mercedes caught me and held my arm to steady my balance. After a few shaky steps, I was alright.
They led me down a white hallway. It was surprisingly full, there were tons of people. Most were lying on beds, like I had been. It seemed like a dream sequence in a movie, where suddenly, my worst fear jumped out at me and I shrieked. Then, I would awaken from a coma mysteriously, and set out to find my long lost mother.
"He's in here," the nurse pointed to a figure lying still in a bed. I rushed over, well, more like hobbled over, to his side. Clasping his hand in mine, I whispered.
"Joey? Joey, are you okay?" His eyes opened, and he turned to see me.
"Who are you?" he asked puzzled. "What are you doing here? Do I know you?" My eyes widened in confusion, the shock, and finally horror.
"You can't, remember?" My voice was high and shaky. I turned to see Mercedes looking at me in pity, and the nurse looking . . . sad. "Joey, I'm Mary, I'm your girlfriend!" His brows furrowed.
"No you're not, I don't know you! Get away from me, get away!" I staggered to my feet, and Mercedes rushed over, just in time. I collapsed into her arms. It was exactly like the dream sequence in a movie: my worst fear had jumped out at me. Unfortunately, this was no dream.
This was reality.
And in this case, reality was hell.
These things seem to happen a lot to me
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