(SHAWN)

When my eyes open slowly, I can't stay focused on anything, and close them again. However, someone was there waiting.

"Mr. Spencer? Are you awake? How do you feel?" a young female voice asks.

I look again and see here. I try to smile, but can't. It's Shawn. And, honestly? Terrible." My head aches and I'm pretty sure my whole body is broken.

She asks me some more routine questions than leaves for pain pills and the doctor.

After she's gone, I sigh and think. Actually think. Why am I here? What happened? That's when I remember my dad and the weekend's events.

I panic, wondering if my dad's ok. How did we get here? Where's Gus?

A rush of more questions comes, and it doesn't help, especially with my headache. I look down and notice my condition.

My right arm is in a cast, bandage on my shoulder and palm. While my left leg is in a cast, my right is in a splint, avoiding the wound on it.

When I try to sit up some, I find I can't, as there is more of the hard stuff around my center. I didn't realize it at first, but I have an oxygen mask on. When I take it off, I immediately put it back. It not only hurts, but is hard to breathe, and only my right side rises.

Wait a second, I think. What DID happen? As my brain slowly goes back, I remember only what feels like half that I should know.

Suddenly something flashes and I remember running into the road. Was I hit by a car? Again, I think about my dad.

Although I know the doctor is coming soon, I fall asleep, exhausted than beyond can be.