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My head was throbbing, and my lungs hurt. I had ragged breathing, and the room smelled of hand sanitizer and sick people. I'm in a hospital. I opened my heavy eyelids, but immediately shut them again, because of the blinding light. I opened them slower this time, letting my eyes adjust to the light. I was lying in a neatly made hospital bed, and there were flowers, cards, and candy in various places throughout the room. Chairs were set up a few feet away from my bed, and my mom and Bex were sleeping in them. I tried to sit up, but was instantly hit was a wave of extreme pain as I tried to. I had one of those IV things on my finger, and it was connected to a bag of clear liquid.

There was a glass of water next to my bed, and I tried, unsuccessfully to reach out for it. My throat felt like it had been through the desert and back. I didn't want to wake up my mom and Bex, so I kept trying to get the water. It was a big strain, and wasn't helping my head at the slightest. I heard the knob of the door in my room beginning to wiggle, and I knew that someone was trying to come in. Once they stepped in, I quickly made a shing sound. I would've put my hand up to my lips, but I barely had enough energy to stay conscious.

The person that had come in was Zach. He was caring a plate of hospital food, not the gooey, mushy, crap. The stuff you get in the hospital cafeteria. The good stuff. When he heard me, his face broke out into the biggest smile I've ever seen in my life. I could feel myself slipping back into unconsciousness. My eyelids began to close again, and I slowly drifted off.


The next time I woke up, it wasn't as bright, either the last or first rays, of light were seeping through the blinds in the windows. I looked over to see who was in the chairs this time. It was just Zach. I saw Macey come through the door, I felt much better and I wasn't extremely tired.

"Macey," I whispered. She looked over to me and smiled.

"Hey Cam," Macey said, barely above a whisper, "how are you feeling?"

"Better, can you hand me that water there." Macey reached over and handed me the water, I put it up to my lips, and drank the glass in five seconds flat. The cool liquid rushed down my throat, rejuvenating my body. I never though such a simple thing could taste so good.

I tried to sit up, and was successful, but my head was still hurting. I reached up and felt my hairline. There were slight bumps, which I can only perceive as stitches.

"Macey," I asked, "What happened? All I remember is getting picked up by the football team, and then thrown into the pool, the rest is black."

Macey sighed, and quietly pulled a chair up next to me. "Well, the football players, being the idiots they are, were drunk, and decided to throw you into the pool for Zach's initiation to the football team. They were drunk, and had no perspective of distance, so they just chucked you in. They threw you too far, and you hit your head on concrete, you landed in the water, and lost a lot of blood. You weren't breathing, so Zach gave you mouth to mouth, seeing as he was the only close enough that knew what to do. Someone called 9-1-1 and the paramedics arrived about ten minutes later. Zach got you breathing, but you still weren't waking up. Cammie, you've been in a coma for almost two weeks now."

Two weeks? Two weeks? I've barely ever slept more than eleven hours, how could I've been in a coma for two weeks?

"How long ago did I wake up the first time?" I asked Macey.

"That was almost three days ago. Cammie we were all so worried. Especially Zach, he's been here every single day, never leaving, except for food, when we make him. He was extremely mad, that they dad you woke up that he was getting food, instead of being here with you. He thinks it's all his fault. We've never seen anyone like this, even your mom wasn't this bad. This is probably the first time he's slept since you woke up. He's finally hit the wall." Macey chuckled a little bit to herself.

"Macey, can you go get me some food, I'm pretty hungry, don't worry I have enough energy to keep myself up." Macey nodded and left the room. It was just Zach and me now.

"Zach," I said. He didn't move. "Zach," I said a little louder. He didn't even stir. "Hey," I said while throwing one of the chocolates from the candy boxes I got. It didn't go very far, but it still hit him.

"Hmmm," he said dazed.

"Morning sleepy head," I said.

Zach's eyes snapped open, and he yelled, "Cammie!" He ran over and gave me a big hug, but was careful of my head.

"Whoa," I said, the sudden movement had caused me to have a sudden wave of nausea.

"Sorry," Zach mumbled, "are you okay Cammie?" He looked terrible, his clothes were wrinkly and disheveled, his hair was stinking out at odd angles, and his eyes were still bloodshot.

"Zach," I said, "You look terrible, and you're asking me if I'm okay?" I laughed a little, but grabbed my head again. Note to self, no laughing. Well that sucks.

"I'll take you clutching your head in agony, as a no, you're not okay. I'll have the doctors come in and give you more pain killers." He pressed the nurse button, and about five minutes later, a young lady, about mid twenties, came in with a clipboard, and one of those orange pill bottles.

"Good evening, sweetie," the nurse said. She came and took the IV off my finger, and gave me two small blue pills. "Good to see you're up. I want you to take those two pills every eight hours, or after every meal. The doctor said that you may leave today. We took some x-rays of you, to make sure that everything was okay. We will call you with the results in about a week or so. As for your restrictions, you can do no strenuous activates, sports, or carry heavy loads. You can go back to school starting tomorrow, or later if you need to. Until then, just relax, and don't strain yourself." The nurse handed me the paper to sign to leave. I signed where I needed to, but left the rest for my mom to fill out.

"Listen," I said, "Zach, there is something I need to tell you about." He pulled over a chair to my hospital bed. "I know that you're on the football team now, and-"

"Not for long, Grant and I are going to quit because of what they did to you." Zach said, a dark expression crossed his face.

"No, you two are going to stay on that team, they might all be jerks, but that shouldn't stop you from doing what you love, I saw you at that game Zach, you loved it out there, and had a great time. So don't let what happened to me stop you from doing that." I said with a stern expression. Zach looked up, and it looked like he was holding back tears. Zachary Goode does not cry.

"I'm sorry Cammie, I jus don't know what to do. You're my best friend, and I thought I'd almost lost you, and it was all my fault." Zach put his face in his hands. I scooted up to sit up straighter in my bed. I put a hand on his shoulder.

"Zachary Goode, don't you dare think that. You had no idea they were going to do that. I saw you too; you were trying to stop them. If you ever, and I mean ever think that I got hurt because of you. I will personally come and kick your butt. And you know I can too." Zach and I laughed, there was still pain, but this was worth it.

"Is that a challenge Gallagher Girl?" Zach asked while stifling more laughs.

"Not really," I replied, "because it will be too easy to kick your butt, it won't even be a challenge." I winked and we laughed again. "But seriously, Zach, don't worry about it, it wasn't your fault, it's nothing to stress about."

"Cammie," I heard my mom say. She peaked her head through the door. "The doctors said that you're good to go. Let's head home. Zach do you have a ride? I know you haven't been home, and that you rode here with the paramedics."

"No, I don't Ms. Morgan. May I please have a ride with you?" Zach asked politely.

"Of course, besides Grant, Graham, Macey, Bex, Jonas, and Liz are all coming over to celebrate Cammie coming home." Mom replied. "Cammie, we'll leave you alone to change." My mom set down a pair of jeans, and a V-neck shirt, so that way it would be easy to get on, while avoiding my head. I pulled on the outfit, and grabbed my sneakers. My mom and Zach were waiting outside my room and we walked out to the car.

It was about a fifteen-minute drive to my house. Fifteen minutes of only the sound of the radio and the soft sound of the purring engine. When we got to my house there were already three other cars there, meaning that the guys and girls were already there. They knew where the key was so they were most likely already in the house. I got out of the car and we went into the house. Immediately, two girls, giving me massive bone crushing hugs, but still avoiding my head, tackled me.

"Cammie!" Bex and Liz both shouted at me, "Oh, my gosh, we were so worried about you! Are you alright?" they both asked me.

"Guys, I'm fine, just a little tired still, surprisingly enough." I said chuckling lightly.

"We'll we're going to have a 'Cammie Favorite Movie Marathon.'" Bex said with a smile.

"Okay," I responded, "what are we watching?"

"Okay, we have Ricky Bobby: Talladega Nights, Shaolin Soccer, and Up. Then if we still want to watch more movies we can pick more out." Liz said. Those were my favorite movies. When I first saw Talladega Nights with Bex in eighth grade, her and I decided that 'shake and bake' would be our thing, so as soon as Liz finished talking Bex and I shouted, "SHAKE AND BAKE!" and then burst out laughing. Zach just looked confused, but Grant and Graham rolled their eyes, they were used to our antics, and Macey and Liz, just thought we looked stupid.

We all went into my living room and popped in the first DVD. We were all on the ground laughing by the end of Talladega Nights. My head was killing me, so I excused myself and took two of my painkiller pills, because I hadn't taken them since we left the hospital, and it was time for me again. Unfortunately, the painkillers made me really drowsy. Soon after I fell asleep.

I woke up a couple of hours later, and saw that everyone was asleep. My mom trusted the boys to sleep over, because she knows them, and they're like the sons she never had. I saw that the boys were asleep too and one word came to mind. Pranks. I nudged Macey and held up the sharpie pen that I had in my hand when I went to sleep. I have a habit of twirling things in my hands. I can't really stay still much, I always have to be moving. Macey smiled deviously, and shook Liz and Bex awake, they saw me holding then pen and got devious looks on their faces too. They slowly slipped out to grab more pens and we began our work. I took Zach, seeing as he was closet to me, Bex took Grant, if any of us had, she would've killed us. Liz took Jonas, because she thought that any of us would've been too hard on him, and Macey took Graham for two reasons. One, because the other day, he had pulled a prank on her, and this was her revenge, and two because no one else was left.

By the time we were done, the boys had various expressions about how girls were better than boys, mustaches, unibrows, and other embarrassing things written all over them. Macey had brought down my make up kit, and pulled out every singe piece of water proof make up that I owned, I don't have much because I hate make up. However, Macey had a bunch because, well she's Macey. We applied ever singe piece of make up we had and they boys looked hilarious. I decided to take it one step further.

I pulled out my phone and turned on the recorder. "Zachy," I said in a whisper, knowing that name annoyed him.

"Hmmm," was all he said.

"Well I need to know something." I said still whispering.

"What," he said dragging out the word.

"Well I just want you to say you love me and that I'm so much better than you." I said dragging out the word love. This should be good.

"I love you and you're better than me. Stop bugging me." Zach said while turning over in the couch. I was stifling as much laughter as I could, but some was still escaping.

"Okay Zachy, nighty night." I said, still trying not to laugh.

"Nighty night," Zach said, while cuddling with a pillow. I took a picture of him, cuddling with the pillow, and with sharpie and makeup on his face, don't forget the spray hair dye, and glitter we put in their hair. I could hear the girls in the background trying not to laugh. We rolled all of the boys together. Man these guys sleep like rocks. We placed their arms so it looked like they fell asleep together in a group hug. I snapped a couple of pictures, and we headed up to my room and fell asleep in there. However, we got a very rude awakening, because at around six in the morning we heard a very loud, consecutive:

"WHAT THE HELL?"

I love my friends.