"Summer, I'm cold," She whimpered, even though I had covered her with all of the blankets I had been able to find in the house, "And it hurts."

"I know," I soothed, knowing that in a few minutes she'd be crying about it being too hot. "But it's okay, you're okay."

Maybe she couldn't hear it, but I had heard the slight quiver in my voice. I had heard a slight slip in my confidence. The truth was that I was terrified because I didn't know if I was doing this right or not.

"Can you sing to me?" Her eyes begging.

I smoothed back some strands of sweaty hair on her forehead and smiled.

"Of course."

...

The first thing I noticed was the pain.

The radiating pain coming from my entire body. My head was pounding so hard I could barely breathe.

Hesitantly, I opened one eye before immediately shutting it right afterwards. The lights were far too bright for them.

Lights?

Curiosity got the better of me and I reluctantly forced myself to keep my eyes open long enough for them to adjust to the light. I then looked around at my new surroundings.

It wasn't rocket science that I was currently in a hospital.

I started panicking as I realized so many things at once. My one leg was elevated and wrapped up, making me wonder what happened.

"Oh good, you're awake," A doctor with blond hair had finally walked into the room and quickly hurried to my side. "We were hoping the anesthesia would wear off soon."

Anesthesia?

"How do you feel?" She asked and smiled widely.

"Where am I?" I croaked out, ignoring her question and asking mine.

The doctor smiled softly, "Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital. Do you remember what happened?"

At those words, I closed my eyes and racked my brain, trying to come up with any idea why I might be at a hospital.

"The bus," my mouth dropped as I remembered the bus tipping, "Is everyone else okay?"

I didn't need the doctor to tell me anything. I could tell right from her eyes that it wasn't good. She had expressive eyes, just like me.

"Let's just focus on you right now," She told me finally and even though she didn't confirm any of my thoughts vocally, the way she avoided my question spoke louder than the words she would have had to say.

I nodded slowly, cringing slightly at the pain.

"What hurts?" The doctor asked and pulled out a light before leaning over and shining it in my eyes.

My natural reaction was to shy away from it, not wanting to face the discomfort, just like how I ran so I wouldn't have to feel the pain.

"My head," I mumbled quietly.

"Well, your pupils are still equal which is good," She told me and I managed to get a quick glimpse of her name sewn into her doctor's coat along with a couple of animal patches.

Dr. Arizona Robbins.

"Like the state?" I asked hoarsely.

Dr. Robbins started taking my vitals, "Sorry, what?"

"Arizona," I looked at her name again just to be sure that it was indeed Arizona.

"Oh, that. No," Dr. Robbins replied, "I'm named after the battleship my grandfather served on. The U.S.S Arizona."

I nodded, "Oh, that's cool."

"Speaking of names, we still don't know yours," Dr. Robbins smiled brightly at me, "We went through your backpack but we couldn't find any ID."

I froze when she told me that they had gone through my backpack. I had quite a bit of cash in there and it wasn't that I was worried they would steal it, I was worried they'd be suspicious of it.

"Did you hear me?"

Dr. Robbins' voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry, what did you say?" I asked, staring down at my lap to avoid eye contact.

"Your name," Dr. Robbins repeated and flashed me another friendly smile.

I nodded and said the first name that popped into my head, "Stella."

I internally cringed at my name choice but what was done is done.

"And your last name?" Dr. Robbins added.

"Oh um, Taylor. Stella Taylor," I told her, lying right through my teeth.

Dr. Robbins nodded, and it seemed like she had bought it.

"And how old are you Stella?" She asked and I felt like a little kid at this moment.

I decided to tell the truth on this one, not feeling like there was any real reason to lie about my age.

"Fourteen," I replied.

"Do you know your parents' phone numbers?" She asked and my heart immediately dropped, "Or just a legal guardian? Any family maybe?"

"Uh...yeah," I said extremely unconvincingly, "I know my mom's."

Dr. Robbins smiled again, "Great, can you tell us so we can give her a call, tell her what happened and where you are. She must be worried sick right now."

I nodded, unsure what else I could do besides give her a fake number and hope for the best. Not too sure what the best was right now though.

Dr. Robbins took out a note pad and pen from her pocket and I told her a random phone number, making sure that I had it memorized just in case she asked me again later. Though my expressive eyes often worked to my disadvantage, my good memory did quite the opposite.

At times, anyways.

"Okay, I'll give this number a call, but I'll be back soon to tell you what your injuries are and what our plan is to treat them," Dr. Robbins grinned at me and I was starting to get the feeling that she did that a lot, the whole smiling thing.

Since I had woken up, my monster had been growling but now it was starting to claw and eat away at me. Summer wasn't an incredibly fast thinker but my monster was.

"Um, my head really hurts. Can I have something for the pain?" I asked and winced, trying to be believable though the actual pain helped my acting gig tremendously.

"We gave you something when you came in," Dr. Robbins told me, "But it should be starting to wear off so I'll get a nurse to give you something."

I thanked her and the moment Dr. Robbins left the room, I let out a sigh and my mind immediately started thinking.

This wasn't good. I couldn't stay here. I can't stay here, there's no way.

Maybe I could sneak out of the hospital. I looked around the hospital room and saw my backpack laying on a chair in the corner. That's all I needed really. The next time I was alone, I'd grab my backpack and just leave.

Run and not look back.

The more I thought about it though, the more holes I found in the plan. From looking out the window, I clearly wasn't on the first floor, so even if I was able to get down the hall without being noticed, there was no way I'd get down to the first floor.

Sighing, I sunk against the hospital bed, unsure of what to do. All I knew was that I couldn't stay here.

I could try to sneak out and if I got caught, just say I got lost, though that wasn't a very good excuse.

A few minutes later, a nurse came in, she too also wore a friendly smile and pushed something into my IV. I assumed it was the pain meds and thanked the nurse.

A few minutes after that, much to my dismay, Dr. Robbins walked back into my hospital room with a confused face and another doctor. The pain meds were starting to kick in and my monster was contently purring.

"Are you sure you gave me the right number?" She asked me, "I called but a man picked up saying he didn't know Stella Taylor."

I feigned confusion, "I don't understand, that's her number."

"Is there another number I can call?" Dr. Robbins asked me and I shook my head.

"No."

Dr. Robbins nodded but I could tell she was starting to become a little apprehensive about me.

"Okay, well, I'm sure we'll figure something out later," Dr. Robbins said brightly like nothing was wrong, "Meanwhile, I'd like to tell you about the extent of your injuries and what we plan on doing."

"Sounds good," I smiled wearily.

Dr. Robbins gestured towards the doctor standing next to her, "This is Dr. Karev."

"Hello," I gave him a pathetic wave and he nodded back.

"Dr. Karev," Dr. Robbins said expectantly.

Dr. Karev cleared his throat, "Uh, Jane Doe-"

"Her name is Stella Taylor," Dr. Robbins cut in, "She's fourteen."

Dr. Karev nodded and started over.

"Stella Taylor, fourteen," Dr. Karev said, "She was in a bus that tipped over. She has five broken ribs and two cracked ones. One of her broken ribs caused a pneumothorax and we treated that with a chest tube. She also has multiple lacerations to her head, face, and neck along with a concussion. She had an open comminuted fracture to her patella which Dr. Torres repaired during an Open Reduction Internal Fixation."

I stared, dumbfounded by all the information I had just received in that short period of time.

"I can't afford this," I mumbled and rubbed my eyes, "I can't afford that surgery that you already did on me."

"It's okay, we have a charity here that can help out once we get ahold of your mom," Dr. Robbins reassured me.

It wasn't very reassuring though because I knew there was no way they were going to get ahold of my mother.

"Alright, we'll be back to check on you in a little bit," Dr. Robbins smiled gently, "Dr. Karev, a word please."

The moment the two doctors left, I let out a sigh and flopped back against the hospital bed.

I had to get out of here.