CHAPTER 2 ( I STILL HATE BOOKS)

I woke up, light was blinding my eyes. I shielded my eyes with my hand and…

Hold up a second and rewind.

Am I wearing a cast?

I squinted, as if that would make me see any clearer.

I do not believe it.

My right arm has a cast on it.

I sat up and yawned. I was inside a white room with white curtains. This place looked clean.

Too clean.

Ah. I get it. I'm in a hospital. No wonder. Squeaky clean places like these are never normal.

All of a sudden, a piercing sound alarmed. Like the sound of nails hammering on something.

Really unpleasant if you asked me.

I looked to my right and saw that there was a red alarm clock dancing on my table. It was buzzing noisily and was slowly getting on my nerves.

Actually, it just did.

Time to stop this cacophony!!

I pounded the alarm clock with my hand wrapped inside the cast. I heard its noise die abruptly (thank the gods it did) and I was finally in peace.

I sighed and looked at it. Its glass had broken now but I didn't care. It was just so plain noisy!

I picked it up with my good hand. I looked at the back and turned pale.

"Hospital property. Destroy and be fined $1,000", it said on the back with a smiley face at the end.

My jaw dropped.

A thousand whopping dollars??????

For a stupid alarm clock??????

I started to panic.

I'll fix it. I'll fix it.

A few of its screws came off and I tired to put them back. But it seems on getting worse and worse.

Oooh. Why did they make clocks this complicated?!?!?!

Curse those clockmakers and their complicated structure plans for a simple clock!!

I was fumbling with the clock in my hands, more destroyed than before if that was even possible. It even kept on jumping in my hands like a loose fish.

I finally stopped and took a while to breathe in and relax.

This is not good for your health Norah… Relax…

"Thank God you stopped panicking," a voice said behind me, clearly amused.

I looked behind me and screamed, the clock flying out of my hands and landing on the floor. It was now broken beyond repair.

"Motherbullpoppy!" I exclaimed as I saw Nate behind me.

JEEZ! Since when was he here?!?! Hasn't he ever learned how to knock??

Well, there is no door but you get the picture.

"When did you come here?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Two hours ago. I had to watch over you. I was the one who brought you to this hospital."

Wow. He brought me here. That was unexpected and sweet of him.

Cute and sweet.

Like a candy Chihuahua.

Oh what am I saying?!

"Thanks," I replied and began picking up the alarm clock on the floor.

Jeez. Broken.

It lay in my hand, its figure totally mangled. It looks raped…

"I'll help you with that. We'll find a replacement," Nick offered.

I looked at him and smiled. "Thanks."

Thank God He's sent me someone for help. I'd be too scared to think of a solution myself. At least he was calm.

All of a sudden, the door swung open and a doctor appeared wearing a stethoscope over his neck and his lab gown. His glasses were so thick-rimmed, it must've been ancient.

From the time of the dinosaurs…

"Ah Norah. I'm just here to inject some fluids into your body. Hold still, okay?" he asked gently and began taking out his injection.

I felt my body freeze.

Needles and I… don't get along.

And shouldn't I get some 'preparation' time for this like the wrestlers? It's as scary as heading into the ring and being pitted against Fedor Emelianenko!

"Ready?" he asked.

"No," I replied.

He looked confused. "What's that?"

"I said no!"

I jumped out of my bed and hurried to one corner, getting away from the corner. Nate looked at me and gave me the you'll-be-fine look but I don't believe him.

Stay away from needles.

"Norah, stop this childish act," the doctor said.

"I said no!" I screamed.

I ran to one corner, and the doctor followed. He began chasing me. I ran past some apparatuses and they tumbled to the floor. Nick could only watch.

Get away!

Finally, I was behind the door, holding on to it for dear life.

The doctor was near. "Hold still."

In my panic, I screamed and pushed the door.

It swung to the left, and hit the doctor in the process.

He fell to the floor, unconscious. The injection dropped in his hand.

Nate was beside me, stunned. "You knocked him out cold."

I bit my lip.

Oops. I really did hate injections, didn't I?

Okay. What to do? What to do? What to do?

Suddenly, a nurse came towards our direction. I panicked and grabbed nick's hand. She might find out about the crime.

"Let's go Nate!" I yelled and headed out.

I have no idea where we were going.