Chapter 8

Psych Out

Amy's Pov: (again, flashback, note: this is not a continuation of the previous chapter, it is an entirely different memory)

"Wha?" I was completaly and utterly confused. The blare of headlights, a loud crash, groans of pain. That was all I could remeber.

"Good girl, now try to stay awake, you have a concussion." an unfamiliar worried voice muttered to me. It all faded away...

"She's waking up!" a nurse's exited voice came to me through the fog. "Call her parents Jean!"

"Who's parents?" an even less familiar voice said.

"One of my Coma patient, Abmer Burshen." The voice said. "Here, it's in her file." The voice read a familiar telephone number to the other voice. Before I knew it, my mom and step-dad were there. They all started making a fuss over me.

I began to remember the events of what seemed like yesterday. "The crash, how's everyone? what day is it?"

My parents glanced at each other. They had a low muttered conversation before my mother finally told me. "It is November 3rd," She hesitated and then said, "You are 17 years old."

That couldn't be right. I was only 15, it was only April 9th or 10th, I would turn 17 in a little over a year. how could I already be 17?

After a long confused silence, the nurse that had told Jean to call mom helpfully offered, "You had a major concussion and some other injuries. You slipped into a coma for about a year and a half. Coma patients sometimes wake up years later. I've had a patient that was in a coma for 15 years and just came out about 4 months ago. You were lucky."

"Don't overwhelm her with information, she just woke up! she should rest a little." criticized my mother.

"Mom, I've been sleeping for a year and a half, I think I've had enough rest for now," I commented, perhaps a little rudely.

"Your mom is right," the nurse commented, "you should take it easy for a few hours." her voice sounded strangely familiar but I couldn't quite grasp how.

A few days past. In that time I learned that my nurse's name was Annabelle, she had been a nurse in the coma ward so that was why her voice was familiar. She thought her name sounded like it should belong to one of those fat cows with straw hats. She looked after several other patients in the coma ward but I was her favorite. How I could be her favorite when she had never met any of them I will never know. that is the part of what I learned that was easy. This was the hard part:

Erica, Dan, Leo, and Dan's dad were dead.

Hannah might have well been in a coma for all the pain meds they had her on in the beginning, she was starting to recover but she was still really drowsy most of the time. I didn't want to see her. Why you ask? Isn't she your best friend? She was. She was also miscarried Leo's baby. this is wrong in about a trillion ways. Hannah and I had made the connection between 'they where screwing' and 'they are screwed' Sex Pregnancy Your life as you know it is over. Leo was my boyfriend. Hannah was even the one who got us together. They had never even. I'm almost glad that the little baby died. I stopped by to look at her as I left the hospital. She was drugged up and still in casts and slings because of the extent of her injuries. She saw me and tried to say something. I just walked away.

Authors note:

sooooooooooo sorry that I am basically just telling Amy's story. I promise it will get a little more Bellay soon. I'm also sorry that the chapters are so short; that's just how I write! So now you know about half of Amy's past, I think I'll just through in one more of Amy's encounters with hospitals before I get back to the plot. I'll try to make it quick! I swear this stuff is important!

the wet noodle threat still stands...