Taylor
I open my eyes. I'm in a room with a white tiled ceiling. My arm is hooked up to something, and I wear one of those hospital dresses they always give you. My head hurts and everything is slightly fuzzy.
Where am I?
"Taylor?" A weak voice speaks my name. I just and turn, seeing Daley in a bed next to me, eyes glassy.
"Daley? Where are we?" My throats scratchy.
"I'm not sure. It's some hospital in L.A, but that's all I know. I just woke up a few minutes before you."
I nod. "Where are Nathan. . .and Lex. . .and the others?"
"Your two friends are being looked after just like you two." I spin my head around. A lady with beach blond hair tied back in a bun stands at the door with a clipboard, staring at us. "I'm Jasmine girls. I'm here to see who the two of you are fairing."
"Fine," Daley says shakingly. She seems so skittish. I must admit, seeing so many new faces so suddenly and so few familiar is a little nerve wracking after so long.
She smiles faintly and comes into the room. "I'm glad you feel fine, but I must check a few things with the two of you. Don't worry, it wont hurt. Your friends are having the same things done to them." She begins to pull the needle out of my arm. I scream and pull away. Another nurse comes through the door and heads to her bed, this time with auburn hair.
"Don't worry sweetie," she says as she pulls the needle free, "that's all the pain you have to go through." I'm not convinced.
"Turn please and sit up." I do so, and the world goes slightly more out of focus. I feel light headed. She holds up some fingers. "How many am I holding up honey?" I stare long and hard, trying to make sense of it.
"Four?"
"One."
"Oh." I see her writing something down on the blurry clipboard. "You might need glasses."
"Okay." The normal Taylor would scream and say no, but I just got off that island. I'll wear glasses anytime if I can stay with humanity.
She holds out a hand. "Come." I take her hand and stumble after her across the room to what looks like a scale. "Get on please." I step onto the scale, trying to read the number.
"How much did you weigh before you left?"
"A 120 pounds."
She frowns. "You lost fifteen pounds. What were you eating?"
"Fish. . .bananas. . .papaya. . .water we dug and boiled. . ." She nods.
"Well, you'll be eating some more filling meals for a while my dear to get back to a healthy size. And we'll need to make sure we find someone to see if you really do need glasses. You didn't pick up any island diseases thank goodness, so you're fine there. Rest. We'll bring you something to eat soon."
"And the others?" Daley's voice pierces the air. The nurses faces fall.
"The storm still rages around where you left. No one can go find them yet."
"You have too! Please!" Her voice scares me, the anxiety in it.
"Rescue will go the second the storm leaves. Until that happens my dear there's nothing anyone can do!"
"How long have we been here," i ask, fear rolling in the pit off my stomach.
"Two days."
"Two days," Daley and I chorus.
Jasmine shakes her head. "Rest. It'll make your recovery form the island smoother. Lex and. . Nathan are fine, if anything is wrong you will be told immediately."
"When can we see our parents," I ask as unwanted tears slip down my cheeks.
"Tomorrow if all of you are fine. Come Brigit." Together, Jasmine and Brigit leave, shutting the door behind them. I stumble over to my bed and fall down on it. Tears sting my eyes. Daley falls down on hers as well.
"Do you think they're ever coming back?"
Daley shakes her head. "I-I don't know."
