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"Where am I?" Miranda spoke quietly. Then she spoke even louder. "WHERE AM I?"

"Miranda! OMG! Mom! Dad! Gordo! Mrs. Sanchez! Mrs. Sanchez!" Lizzie practically screamed. The nurse told her to be quiet but gave her a subtle wink. Everyone came in running.

"What is it?" said Mrs. Sanchez. Then she stopped when she realized her baby was alive and awake. "Honey!" She hugged her daughter even though she was strapped to a bunch of machines.

"Hi, Mom. Uhh, what's going on?" Miranda looked totally lost. She looked at her surroundings suspiciously. "Is this a hospital?"

Everyone looked towards Mr. Sanchez, including Mrs. Sanchez, expecting him to be the bearer of the bad news. He took a deep breath and sighed. "I'm afraid that this is a hospital. You were found by Lizzie-" he nodded to Lizzie, "unconscious."

"What happened? Am I OK?" Miranda didn't have any idea. She softly patted her stomach, and then screamed in pain. "OUCH! I guess I'm not OK."

Mr. Sanchez continued, "The doctors say you have a cracked rib and a rather serious bump on the back of your head, probably from falling onto the ground. Do you remember what happened?"

All eyes turned toward Miranda expectantly. Miranda shook her head no, and stopped. "The last thing I remember is-" Everyone leaned in closer blocking out the harsh lights above. "Never mind," she continued, "I don't remember anything."

"Oh well, maybe later. Would you like us to wait with you?" Mr. Sanchez looked at his daughter intently.

Miranda shook her head again, and everyone quickly left. She had lied when she had said she didn't remember anything. Truthfully, she remembered something. What did it mean though?

A/n: Really short chapter, sorry about that.