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You know what's fun? Writing.
Know what's not fun? Math.
Sometimes, I really hate being Chinese.
Derek woke up to banging on his door. He checked the T.V. clock. 10:37 P.M.
"Ugh. Hello?" He went to answer the door.
"Hey Derek! It's me, Lily. You mind opening the door?"
"Sure. What're you doing he-"
Derek swung open the door, revealing Lily bleeding profusely out of a wound in her leg.
"Thanks."
-THUD-
Lily phased in and out of consciousness. The first thing she saw was the inside of an ambulance. Then, she saw the hallways of a hospital speed past her as she was wheeled towards the emergency room. When she finally woke up, she was lying in a hospital bed.
"Well, that could have gone better." She said to herself.
Derek came into the room. "Hey, uh, you wanna tell me what happened?" He sat down on one of the guest chairs.
Lily chuckled. "Sure. I got shot in the leg."
"Well, that much is obvious." Derek paused for a moment. "No other visitors?"
"No, not really."
"Well, I'd at least think your family would be worried."
"…You should probably be going now. Visiting hours are almost over."
"But it's eight in the morning!"
"Just go."
